Strong arms flipped Roxanne around, making her back lying on the cottony fluffy bed. Teary green eyes were looking at Darius in a hazy need as he hovered over her petite frame making her whimper. Feeling as if the love bites forming small little red clouds filled with his affection were not enough, Darius decided to paint the beautiful skin of his baby into some more of them, loving her as if the stars on the night sky were fabricated on her fragile skin that could turned red with a single rough touch.

"Is my sweet doe afraid?" warm palm cupped her face, with his one arm supporting Darius above...