Morava was screaming his name as he moved between her legs. He leaned his head in the crook of her neck, nipping her skin, grazing her with his fangs. Soon he stilled and then with a brutal snarl against her skin, he came inside her. Mizvah slumped over her naked body and she curled her arms around his torso, having missed it a lot. She kissed him on his shoulder as she ran her hands through his hair.
"I have some business down in the dungeons. Stay in my room," she whispered. Her mood had been lifted greatly. She was going to enjoy torturing that slave girl. "I will be back soon and then I want you to be with me for the entire day and night."
He chuckled. "So greedy, huh?" He lifted himself onto his elbows and placed a kiss on her lips. "I won't be going anywhere princess. I am hungry for you. You were gone for many days."
