Crimson Shadows

Zara

The pace stayed unhurried, he kept one hand tangled in my hair and the other under my thigh, holding me open so he could go deeper. The storm outside was still loud, but the only things I really heard were his voice and the wet sound of him moving in and out of me.

“I thought about this every night,” he said, voice rough now. “Thought about your mouth, your tits, this pussy and how good it fe