Velvet’s POV Zavian carried me to the bed, bridal style. We were both still dripping from the shower. He laid me down gently, like I was precious. Then he crawled over me, caging me in.We lost ourselves in each other again. Zavian kissed down my body, lavishing my stomach and thighs with attention. He burrowed into my pussy, lapping at my used folds.I keened, rocking into his face. Zavian speared his tongue into my fluttering channel, collecting our combined juices. Then he moved to my clit, sucking the bud.I buried my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as I ground down. I came with a hoarse cry, my walls clamping down. Zavian drank down my nectar, his tongue delving.He surged up, lining up. In one hard thrust, he filled me. My nails raked down his back, drawing blood. We moved together, finding our rhythm. My legs wound around his waist, ankles locking.Zavian snapped his hips, plunging in and out of my fluttering sheath. Our skin slapped together, the erotic soundtrack pun
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