Flora’s P.O.V

My body felt sore and yet, I wanted more of it; more of Clay.

It was unlike any coupling I’d heard of, nothing like my first time during Heat. What I’d just experienced…sex felt like a very tame word for it.

Making love. This is what romantic movies called making love. And I had just experienced it for the first time in my life.

I laid panting on the bed, stars still dancing in my vision as the orgasm rocked through my body. Clay’s heavy weight on top of me was a reminder of the

Clay got off me and got out of bed and instantly I found...