Darius was so aroused that there was no light in his eyes. Only dark, filthy thoughts of stuffing that tight entrance with his seed until it dripped down those tender thighs.
Without another moment's hesitation, he spread those tender cheeks apart, exposing the slick entrance that pulsed with need.
Darius groaned, his voice husky, heavy with lust. "You're still stretched out so prettily for me," he murmured, almost in awe. "Did I do that to you?"
Xion's blush deepened, spreading to the back of his neck and even to his shoulders.
His hair tumbled over his eyes, and he turned his head to the side, burying his flushed face in the pillow. The position was beyond compromising, and yet… the warmth pooling low in his stomach betrayed his own arousal.
Darius was shameless enough to drop a reverent kiss over the gaping ring of muscles before aligning himself to that waiting entrance, the thick head pressing against the heat that fluttered under his touch.
