Chapter 82 Good Girl
- Sage
- The pace stayed languid and deliberate, every rise and fall drawn out, every grind dragging a filthy sound from our joined bodies. Sweat and slick mixed between us, the air thick with the scent of sex and heat and rut.
- I watched her, my eyes half-lidded, lips swollen, and body flushed and trembling, and knew I’d never get enough. Not tonight. Not ever.