Only Aurelia could reduce him to this shaking quivering mess.

He was the all powerful and incredible Reagan king, with amazing physique and stamina.

He never got tired no matter how many rounds of sex he enjoyed.

But here he is, breathing like one who ran a marathon.

This was not merely sex to Reagan.

No, it was way more than skin hitting skin. This was two people with entangled souls and emotions. She was heaven, his own personal heaven.

Aurelia groaned and Reagan quickly dived to the side of the bed.

"I'm sorry Angel" he whispered, taking her into his arms and kissing her deeply.

"It's not my fault...