She moaned, adding an exciting hum to her performance. Sex Every Knight knew on simple truth—sometimes you had no choice but to enter the lion’s den alone. Her hips undulated as they slid up and down his cock. “She will not deter me this time,” Aurora declared. He couldn’t fight it any longer. Damien knew the signs. Abigail had pulled the heavy curtains over the windows. He kissed her and thrust his tongue into her mouth, claiming like his cock claimed her hot cunt. “I love you, Damien.”
He grinned at her. “You don’t want me to stop,” she laughed. “Your lover,” she answered with a sultry wink. The eighteen-year-old was wearing a tight pair of jogging shorts and a loose tank top, the sides open to show her black sports bra holding in her impressive bosom. In some ways, the school looked unchanged since that bloody night, in others it was radically different. A smile graced her lips. “What?” Damien groaned as he shook off sleep. Her hand dipped into her cleavage and pulled out a card. Her clit rubbed against his pubic bones.
