Clover
Clover ran her fingers over the fine gowns that had been hung in the armoire. They were a light material and had so many colors that she had no clue which one to pick. Cassius had dressed in his usual trousers that seemed to fit him very well. Clover couldn't help but look at his rear as he bent over to lace his boots up. When he caught her staring she flushed an adorable shade of red. She remembered the firmness of his ass, the tightness of his muscles as he moved on top of her. She remembered every grunt, goran, moan, and shout. She remembered the feel of his teeth in her skin, the way his fangs pierced and drew her blood. The way he lapped it up, savoring the marks he left on her skin. It had been hours before they both felt satiated enough to leave the bed, leave the comfort an
