Deep Inside
She made chaos feel like worship.
His cock twitched still locked inside her, and she whimpered again.
“You’re still in heat,” he muttered, brushing her damp hair from her neck.
She nodded, cheeks flushed. “It’s… not done.”
He exhaled through his nose. A low, predatory sound.
“Then I’m not done.”
Lucius moved slowly, carefully, adjusting her so she lay across his bed now, naked, damp, glowing with sweat and slick. His eyes devoured every inch of her: the curve of her breasts, the softness of her belly, the trembling between her thighs.