The rain had eased into a soft, persistent drizzle by the time the first gray light of morning filtered through the curtains. Elias’s bedroom still carried the heavy scent of s*x — musk, sweat, and the unmistakable evidence of what we had done twice in the span of a few hours. I lay on my side, n***d and trembling, his thick c*m still slowly leaking from between my thighs onto the sheets.
Elias’s body was curled tightly around mine from behind, one strong arm locked around my waist, his hand possessively cupping my breast. His c**k, still half-hard, rested against the curve of my a*s. His breath was warm against the back of my neck.
“You almost came with my tongue on your c**t while my daughter stood right outside the door,” he whispered, voice dark and rough. His fingers pinched my n***
