These two goddesses, his sluts in the most reverent sense, had surrendered so completely; the way their bodies trembled in aftershocks made him feel like a king, their pleasure his throne. But the night was young, and his hunger far from sated. "That was just the beginning," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down their spines.
"I want to try something different now—something that lets me savor you both at once, drawing out every moan until you're begging for mercy."
Seraphina shifted first, her black hair spilling over her shoulder as she leaned in, her enormous breasts brushing against his thigh through the thin nightgown.
