For a moment, the world outside disappears. There are no packs, no wars, no haters… just me and Harleigh.
She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen: strong, yet delicate. Her skin is soft beneath my touch, though marked with faint scars from training and battles. Her body curves perfectly against mine, as though we were made to fit this way.
I gently flip our bodies around, laying her on top of me, while I position myself on top of her.
Our lips meet again, and as they passionately dance, my hands move to undress her then myself.
Once we're completely n.aked, I let my hands wander, exploring the gentle rise of her shoulders, the curve of her waist, and the warmth of her skin.
Every sigh that escapes her lips feels like an urge for me not to stop.
I descend my face between her spread legs, and use my mouth and tongue to amplify her pleasure. She arches her back, her fingers entangled in my hair, all the while moaning my name.
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