She was breathing harder and louder, undulating her hips, a pearl of sweat running down her body. Aria’s every breath was so enticing, and those which turned into moans were even worse. The God of War couldn’t take his eyes off his concubine. With her on top of him, riding him, he wouldn’t miss a second of this delightful scene. She was the one guiding him, imposing her rhythm, and it was good, so good, for both of them.

Laying down under her, holding her hips. Darren was ...