In the Arms of the Enemy’s Brother
I came screaming, and he followed, pumping me full.
Some days, we didn't leave the room at all. One rainy morning, thunder rumbled outside. I woke curled against Roman, his body heat chasing the chill. He stirred, kissing my shoulder. We stayed in bed, sheets twisted around us. His hand slid between my legs, fingers circling my clit. I sighed, parting my thighs. He rolled on top, entering me slow. We moved gently, savoring every slide. Rain pattered the window as we built to a quiet climax, holding each other tight.
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