I didn’t need much convincing. I surrendered when Alexander used his best weapon: the brush of his fangs, his lips, his tongue on my throat, over my breasts. We spent some time between kisses, pants, and moans, making love and enjoying those quality moments where it seemed to me that our true selves revealed themselves.
“…you smell better than ever, Johanna,” he whispered in my ear sweetly.
My stomach vibrated with pleasure every time I heard his low, husky voice say my name. And especially that time, because I had just enjoyed a very good moment. Alexander was taking his time while I gently ran my hands over his shoulders and nape, embracing his weight over my body with affection.
I liked that we stayed that way, united and satisfied, until we caught our breath.
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