Camilla was lying on the bed, tucked against Cyrus's side. She was nude, so was he, his magnificent body damped with sweat.

He lay sprawled on his back, one thickly muscled arm arched over his head, while other curled beneath and around Camilla. His fingers running absently up and down the length of her torso.

They laid naked atop the sheets, his legs spread, his cock semi erect and curving up to his navel. It glistened under the dim light of the bedside lamps, wet from her and him.

Their breathing was beginning to slow. His heartbeat calmed beneath her ear. He smelled delicious, like sin and sex and Cyrus....