SNORE… SNORE~ The snore was like a saw cutting through the darkness; it was deep and rattling. It was the sound of oblivion, of a man lost to drink and fatigue just feet away from his wife's infidelity.
That sound, that vulgar, oblivious noise, seeped into Delicia's bones and ignited something feral deep within her. The shuddering of her body wasn't just from the spent climax. It was raw adrenaline, a live wire sparking in the confined dark.
She could feel Reinhardt still hard inside her, a proof of their union. His chest was like a solid wall of heat against her own softness. His breath warm, steady and reliable.
During battles and even now, this man always made her feel assured that no matter what happened in the future, holding the world.
