Damian pushed open the door to Hazel's bedroom, the faint creak of the hinges breaking the quiet hum of the late-night air. The room was dimly lit by a single bedside lamp, casting warm shadows over the rumpled sheets.
There Hazel lay, sprawled naked on her bed, her lithe body arched slightly as if in deep slumber with her chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate breaths, one arm draped lazily over her head, legs parted just enough to tease.
'Silly girl.' He grinned inwardly
Damian knew better. He could see the subtle twitch in her thigh, the way her fingers curled ever so slightly into the pillow. She was waiting for him, playing this game of feigned innocence, and it only fueled the fire already raging in his veins from his earlier sex with Clara.
His cock hung heavy between his legs, still slick and glistening with the remnants of his release from Clara with thick strands of cum drying along the shaft and the head swollen and sensitive.
