Vladimir
I bathed her, running the cloth over her flushed skin. As I washed over her hips, guilt gripped me like a vice when my eyes caught the finger marks I had left behind on her skin. But even as regret washed over, the memory surged up, unbidden and fresh.
Her grinding, wanton against my demanding mouth and my punishing. My tongue tingled with the after taste of her juices. Her moans echoed in my head.
I had climaxed so hard from just pleasuring her alone and my mind wandered—more like The beast I shared my consciousness with was anticipating her moist walls around my already hardening girth.
But it no longer ached from the rut, balls tight and blue. The release had temporarily freed me from the clutches of insatiable lust.
And I had only her to thank for it.
Because despite the horrible things I had said to her, she cared enough to—
She stirred in the bathtub, and I knew I had to get her in bed so she could rest properly.
