Clay's POV
I wake up to a light feathery touch tickling my nose and on instinct, I raise my arm to assuage the itch, only for my hand to brush across a warm, soft body. Anthenet. My little lamb..... though I'm beginning to question whether that name suits her still. I mean, gosh, she was a real beast in bed last night. The memory alone causes my d**k to stir as fresh arousal hits me square in the groin. Instantly my balls tighten and suddenly, I want nothing more than to roll her over and have her wake to me balls deep inside that sweet pu*sy. My muscles twitch at the imagery, and beads of sweat dot my forehead.
I watch her still sprawled across me, limp, sound asleep, her head tucked firmly under my chin.
The sheets are tangled around our feet, and I can still smell the faint scent of
