The Line He Swore Not to Cross

Slippery Slope

Author: Vesper—Glass

Slippery Slope

I woke up at dawn to Sloane wrapped around me, her leg over my leg, her arm across my chest, and her head buried in the crook of my neck. Fuck, she was spectacular. I’d fucked her for hours, not relenting until she gave me all of herself. Once I was sure she had nothing but exhaustion left in her, I’d come with a roar, filling her, marking her, owning her like I’d never done before. She’d mumbled