Waking up in an unfamiliar place had become a regular occurrence in Sibyl's life since she met Keshton. So when she found herself in a hut-like setting as she opened her eyes, she wasn't surprised. She recalled the previous night vividly: Keshton had brought her here, and their lips had barely parted since. The hut had shaken with his wildness, Sibyl had been slightly worried about the intensity of his arousal, which matched her heat. The moment that their bodies hit the hay, the sounds of moans and pleasurable cries filled the air. Sibyl couldn't even remember how many rounds they had gone through.
The red marks on her bare chest and the teeth marks around her n*****s were enough to confirm that it hadn't been her imagination. They had indeed spent the entire night together in a frenzy o
