The Luna's Tattoos
OLIVIA’S POV
I floated in the pool, my body weightless, the water lapping cool against my skin, my breaths slowing as the sun dipped low, painting the sky orange. Lucien stood at the edge, his chest bare, his jeans slung low, water dripping from his hair, his green eyes glinting with a heat that hadn’t faded. My legs trembled, weak from him—his dick, thick and relentless, pounding me raw just minutes ago, his release still warm inside me, a thrill I couldn’t shake. I’d craved this for two weeks—him inside of me, by the pool, a fantasy I’d teased into life today and now I wanted more of him.
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