Marcus woke up in Ayra’s bed the next morning, his body deliciously sore and completely spent. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the tangled black silk sheets in a warm golden glow. His muscles ached in the best way possible — a reminder of how many times he had lost himself inside her during the night.Ayra was curled against his chest like she belonged there, her long, glossy black hair spread across his shoulder and chest. One smooth thigh was draped possessively over his leg, and her full, soft breasts pressed warmly against his side. Her violet eyes were already open, watching him with a soft, satisfied, almost predatory smile.“Good morning, lover,” she whispered, her voice still husky and rough from screaming his name for hours. She leaned in and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the side of his neck. Even that small touch sent a spark of heat racing through his veins.Marcus’s cock stirred instantly against her thigh, already swelling back to life.
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