Listen to this articleSilver-white hair framing delicate features, Rovere gazed at me invitingly. Her pert red neckerchief only accentuated her charm. Petite yet insatiable, my lover’s passion knew no bounds.
Rovere pounced as I entered, tearing at my clothes. “I’ve been waiting,” she purred, claiming my lips. She tasted of strawberries and spring rain.
My fingers tangled in silky hair as Rovere nipped down my chest, absconding with my breath. Kneeling, her tongue swirled wicked magic, stealing coherent thought.
Scooping Rovere up, I carried her to bed. Our kiss deepened as clothes were shed, hands roaming fevered skin. Rovere arched into my touch, soft gasps escaping her throat.
Laying Rovere down, I lavished her breasts, drawing hard peaks into my mouth. Moaning, her fingers encircled my length, guiding me into slick heat.
We moved as one, pleasure building with each thrust. Rovere gripped my shoulders, writhing under me, inner walls clenching as I drove deeper. Her climax shattered through her and I held nothing back, pouring myself into her welcoming body.
Rovere traced lazy circles on my chest, sapphire eyes hazy with bliss. “My fierce warrior,” she purred. “Again?”
Grinning, I rolled Rovere under me once more. My enchantress, you’ve ruined me for any other. I would plunder your sweetness til dawn, til the end of days, losing myself forever in your embrace.
Rovere claimed my lips, stealing my soul, and in unison we began our dance anew. My darling, my everything, the night is ours.
