~Damon~

The second the door clicked behind her, I stayed seated.

Still naked.

Still soaked in the scent of her.

Still staring at the faint trail of slick she left behind on the floor like her body was trying to mark every step, like it hadn’t figured out how to stop leaking all the filth I’d shoved into it.

Fuck.

I leaned back, chest heaving, the aftershock still buzzing in my veins. My cock was half-hard again, twitching against my stomach, gleaming with the same mix of her arousal and my cum that had been fucking dripping out of her for what felt like hours.

My hand went to my...