Alexander
My back was aching with the hot, sore, nerve-wracking pain that hadn’t let up since the lashing.
But when I was touching Fiona, I didn’t care about the pain anymore.
It felt so good inside her wet heat, feeling the rhythm of her hips as they rocked back and forth against me. I loved the sound of her gasping breath as she let go of that hard, cold mask she always wore, breaking down to her baser self. I wished I could take her even further. I wanted to see what was underneath her icy exterior, plunging all the way down to her deepest depths.
Fiona moaned, clutching at the back of my head. She dug into my scalp with her long fingernails. I wanted to turn her around and kiss her lips once again. But I worked my tongue lightly around her ear and left a trail of kisses down her
