My god, the way he talks. The man is the Shakespeare of smut. “You just did that.” “Eons ago.” “It was like twenty minutes.” “Like I said. Eons.” He grabs me and growls into my neck, making me squeal. Then he rolls on top of me, giving me all his substantial weight. I exhale with an audible oof. “You weigh a ton!” “You love it.”
