“Soon enough. Tonight, we play safely. I admit I could hammer nails with the hardness of my dick.” “That sounds delicious,” she whispered. He stroked in and out of her ass for several minutes. “The thought of taking you in every hole, in every position, and watching you absorb pleasure as you have tonight will haunt me until I can have it.” “I’ve been haunted by similar thoughts for months. I’m glad I’m not alone,” she replied. Harper stretched out beside her, rubbed the flat of his palm over her clit, and slid his fingers into her pussy. The resulting climax wracked her body tight, stole her ability to breathe, and shoved her into darkness. * * * Harper met Elijah’s eyes over Gabriella’s limp form. “I’ve never seen anyone so receptive to pleasure.” “She’s incredible. I wouldn’t lie to you.” He planted a kiss on her belly, nuzzled her there, and stood. “She runs on simple touch. The simplicity fascinates me. I’ll run her a tub.” He stared at the woman in his best friend’s bed. Leaning over, he confirmed that the scent of oranges came from her curls. Raking his eyes down the length of her body, he took in the mixture of scars and soft, golden brown skin. The scars marked her as a survivor. Much like Elijah.
