Connor gasped as he opened his eyes. His c**k was still hard and buried inside Harley’s ass. He had sated his desire for Harley a total of seven times, and when they fell into a deep sleep in the early morning hours, they were both sweaty and sticky with perspiration and c*m. The musky stench of their s*x surrounded them. He could actually continue to make love to Harley several more times, but he took pity on his mortal lover.
He held Harley tighter as he thought about his dream. His heart ached at the thought that he might lose Harley in such a brutal way. He clenched his fists. He would never allow that to happen to Harley. Heaven, earth, and hell couldn’t stand in his way. He would fight everyone in it and get Harley back. He couldn’t exist without the man. Not ever. He would go insan
