As I slowly opened my eyes, morning light flooded in, illuminating the room. My gaze fell upon Malvagio, peaceful in slumber. His tousled hair spilled across his face, partially concealing his features. One hand rested gently across his head, his ornate rings glinting in the morning light.
In slumber, Malvagio's rugged edges soften. I have witnessed his strength and his passion but never his vulnerability. Seeing him sleep held my heart in a way I had never expected.
I was beside him naked, my head resting against his arm. Last night had been blissful. If there is any way I could compare my joy, I would have. He had made love to me many times and each came with his semen warming up inside of me. For many minutes I only laid there to stare at his face. Then I carefully reached out to tuck
