Wild Desire
Bold red slashes made him into a crew-cut Indian brave, then all their adornments were smudged to abstraction as he shimmied himself against her, laughing with erotic glee.
It should’ve been gory, but instead it was only glorious.
Like painted savages, they frolicked and fondled and fooled with each other. As each delight blended into the next, Lacey could no longer keep a count of all the sensual acts they’d shared and the number of times that Nathan had made her come. It seemed that the whole of her body and mind had denatured and reformed into one immense, sublime, and flaming scarlet orgasm.
Everything was beautiful, everything was sacred and right, even her blood. Her blood on his cock;