I lay in Valentine’s arms,still gently panting.The exhaustion was a caress;satisfaction crept deliciously throughout my strained limbs.Our clothing lay crumpled beneath us,but neither of us needed cover.We were content to be naked and lying on the floor,warmed by each other.He had taken hold of me after I finished andlaid me down.I hadn’t been able to move with any assurance,let alone for both of us.His hands had been as gentle as I’d ever known,and yet they touched me intimately,firm and possessive as well.Then he’d stretched out beside me and sighed into my skin as he also relaxed.His head now nestled against my shoulder,his face hidden again from me.
“Lucas.”Just a whisper.“Was that what you wanted?Was it meyou desired?”
“Yes.”I felt the slippery sweat of his body,shifting against me.Muscle,sinew,smooth young masculine flesh.I breathed raggedly,every bodily function disturbed,every part of me feeling so astonishingly different.“It always has been.”