~Serena~

“Was it what you thought it would be?” Declan asked beside me.

We made a bed on the forest floor. Dirt, dried leaves, fresh-cut shrubs, and twigs were our bed. This wasn’t a romantic setting, but here we were, sweaty, chasing our breaths and bearing each other’s marks.

“Not… actually,” I giggled. My breath was still heavy, my pussy was wet, and my heartbeat was slowing down.

“You sound disappointed.” Declan turned to his side, twigs and leaves breaking as he did. I ...