Heated moments.

They never seemed to dull in the slightest, and yet with everything he did to me, I couldn’t help but to let myself go and become excited.

He was a sex god, after all. A pleasure sent up from hell to devour me with every chance he got, or at least that was what I liked to tell myself. There was no way he was able to do this kind of stuff naturally.

It was positively sinful in every way.

“I want you to come with me to something ...