The golden rays of the setting sun filtered through the tall, floor-to-ceiling windows of Alex's private master bedroom in his sprawling mansion, casting long, warm shadows across the room.
Alex slowly opened his eyes. His body felt pleasantly heavy, muscles slightly sore... a rare sensation. He had slept through the entire night and the next day. It was already evening of the day after the convocation.
A lazy, satisfied smirk formed on his lips as memories of the previous day flooded back.
Madness.
That was the only word that could describe what happened with Natalia Steele. After he broke her will in front of her son, the proud succubus matriarch had turned into an insatiable beast. They went at it for nearly fifteen straight hours. She rode him, sucked him, begged him, and competed with him like a woman possessed... matching his stamina thrust for thrust, orgasm for orgasm.
