Her hips met my hand, her light moans filling the space. “That’s a good boy, Kohl,” she groaned. I took my mouth from one nipple to switch to the other but paused before I did so. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, taking in her flushed face. She had always been beautiful to me, but even more so when she was covered with blood and panting because of the things I was doing to her.
