Chapter 18

• Fran's fingers stroked Luca's scalp through his thick black hair. She fought a smile when he grunted softly against her. Her fingers came to a stop near his temple as she listened to his soft breath.
• "Don't stop," he said, his voice muffled in the bunched-up layers of her gown.
• She chuckled softly but resumed her gentle massage. He had collapsed on top of her and remained there. But it felt good. His weight was pleasant for her, strong and warm. His cock was still half buried inside her even though it had softened now.