The Tiny Dictator

SERAFINA

I was lying on Dario's chest. We were both sweaty, skin still warm, bodies heavy with the slow, floating euphoria that always came after an intense, earth-shattering orgasm.

His fingers traced lazy circles along my back, and I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing beneath my cheek. For a moment, there was nothing else in the world. No danger. No responsibilities. Just us. T