Healing The Devil I Once Loved
She was scorching, perfect, and clenching around me like she never wanted to let go.
I set a punishing, slow pounding.
My hips snapped forward, and I relished the sound of my skin slapping against her skin.
Zaria moaned heavily. Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my back as I pounded deeper, one hand gripping her ass, the other tangled in her hair.
“Yes.. right there... harder,” she panted with all pretense of the elegant healer gone.
Miracle Healer? More like miracle fucker. My devilish little obsession was taking every inch like she was made for me.