Talia sat on the chair with a mirror in front of her and she closed her eyes while enjoying the hair-combing service Damon provided. The light tugging on her scalp as the comb made its way through her hair, made her all tingly.
She blushed at the memory of their steamy morning.
The daylight was illuminating them completely, allowing her to see every drop of sweat forming on his outrageously attractive body as he focused intensely on pleasuring her.
Talia was confident that she will never forget the way Damon caressed her body and kissed her everywhere, gently and lustfully… how every cell in her body sang in the rhythm of the friction his thrusts provided until she fell apart in a mess of cries and gasps… Damon's deep growl and the grimace veiled with bliss when she felt him throb while shooting his hot load deep inside her… and when everything calmed down into her new normal, there were bits of Damon embedded into her soul.
