Charli

The vibration of Nox's chest awakened me from my sleep. At first, I wasn't sure what I was hearing or feeling. My senses were spent, overwhelmed by his mastery and sexual proclivity. I'd fallen into the beginning of my favorite comatose state when he began to stir. The darkness of our room and softness of our bed shielded me from what was happening until slowly the sadness that emanated from his every pore filled our space, wrapping me in his misery. His breathing ...