It was late afternoon judging by the angle of the sun in her bedroom, and Darius was inside her once more. All was right with the world.He’d lifted her hips while she slept on her stomach, propping her up with a few pillows and spreading her legs. She helped him as he thrust within her, easing backward to meet his long, slow thrusts.As soon as he realized she was awake, he seemed to catch fire. His thrusts became impatient and harsh, impolite and altogether enticing. His fingers bit into her hips, and she loved every sensation of him losing control.She loved that she’d done this to him. Her desire rose hard and fast as it always seemed to do with this magical man. She felt as if this was all new. That he was new. Though she couldn’t explain what that even meant in her own mind. She only knew she wanted him and wanted to claim him as her own.She pushed back against him, reveling in the feel of his cock thrusting heavily into her body. His balls pressed against her on every thrust, sending her higher.
