The night wore on and we were both absolutely spent from hours of incredible sex. She laid sprawled across the floor, panting heavily after every breathless moan escaping her delicate lips. I sat across from her watching her lick her own nectar from her fingers languidly. The glow from a single candle flickering on the small table next to us created ethereal shadows on every inch of her body - making me incredibly aroused once more by just looking at her. “That was everything I could hope for in life, James." Her words wrapped around me making me ache for more sensation. Taking advantage, I got off the bed where we've been spending most of the night, straddling Leah’s hips until she locked stares with my own. Looking into those pupils as dilated as if she’s under some sedative but at the same time brimming with anger, it's clear that her emotions are in turmoil.
