Taste of Pleasure(Short Story Collection)
Outside, the rain had started to soften, becoming a gentle pitter-patter against the window, a lullaby to the storm raging inside us.
Michael pressed a kiss to my forehead, his hand tracing my damp hair. "So, tell me," he murmured, his voice rough with sleepiness. "Do you think watching p**n is still enough?"
I laughed softly, the sound raspy from all the screaming. "Come on, keep shut," I said, my voice thick with exhaustion. "I'm sleepy."
Divine traced his finger lazily across my naked body, a lingering touch that sent shivers down my spine. "We're not done with you yet," he whispered.
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