True to his word, she was not given a moment of rest. He kept her up all night, screaming on top of her lungs with each move in her, and moaning until she was out of breaths and gasping for breaths at his touch.
She found herself tight in his embrace as he woke her up with his light kisses. His Moonlight moaned in protest when his hands wandered south, and she immediately closed her laps denying him entrance. They were currently tangled up in the bedsheets, he had her pressed to his front with his hands possessively around her as he kissed her more and harder.
She moved in response as he had her lying on her back again.
"Rayven," She called.
"Yes, love." He answered as he slowly climbed on her, baring his weight on her again.
What he was indulging her with was sweet and sinful. She could easily–no, she was getting to attached and addicted to it when she had just had a small bite of it.
