Tempest body feels as light as a feather.
She didn't know if she was this weightless because of all the orgasms she'd just had or for something else.
She tried to open her eyes, it didn't take her long to figure out that she was weightless because she was being carried. She was in Dron's arms.
Safe.
Loved.
Something that she'd never felt when she was with Sam. Any time that she was with Sam it felt as if she were the one pouring all of herself into him. She never truly felt as if the feelings were reciprocrated.
Tempest didn't even have to question when it came to Dron. His feelings were as real as the air in her lungs.
She didn't need to worry about being safe. She let her eyes close again and just let Dron do what he wanted to her.
Seconds later, water of the absolute perfect temperature sprayed over her body.
It made her already soothed body even more relaxed.
