Zheme stepped through his front door in a rush. It was late, probably way pass two and unsurprisingly the inside of his house was much darker than the outside.
Even still, it wasn't hard for him to find his way upstairs without having to turn on the lights. His steps took him down the hall and then stopped him right in front of Celeste's room door.
Her scent was still as tempting as it was before he left; the lavender, the mint and the distant scent of her slick. It made desire boil within his deflated c*ck, undoubtedly hardening it.
The patrol was so boring that his mind had been so far away from it. He couldn't stop thinking about her; how she had begged for his touch and looked him the eyes with a desperation far more greater than his.
The very fact that she desired him made pride c
