DahliaWhen I came back to earth, every of my muscle felt useless. The air was filled with the scent of my orgasm and his cologne, and my own ragged breaths were the only sound I could process.Zevran’s fingers were still buried inside me, reminding me of the pleasure that had just ripped through me. He didn’t move them, just held them there, his thumb pressing lightly on the soft, swollen bud of my clit.Slowly, with a deliberate wiggle, he withdrew his fingers. I watched through hooded eyes as he brought his hand up, his fingers glistening with my cum in the dim room. He didn’t break his gaze from mine as he brought them to his own lips, his tongue darting out to taste me.A low, guttural sound vibrated in his chest. “Always so sweet,” he murmured. He wiped his hand on the sheet beside my hip casually, making my stomach clench with need.He shifted his weight, the muscles in his thighs flexing as he moved up the bed, pulling me up and covering my body with his own. He settled his hi
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