The Clan Meeting

The Meeting

Ferrara

What in the world had someone put in my drink?

I had been fucking poisoned.

It was the only explanation that could possibly make me understand why I had buried my nose in Katya's neck like sniffed continuously.

Then I had tasted her skin with my tongue, and felt...high.

Fuck.

Hours after I left the house and minutes of brushing my teeth again and again, I could still taste her in my tongue, and feel her body tremble against mine, her gasp chanting a melody in my ear.

I had been spotting a fucking painful hard-on, and for the first time since my teenage days, I had wrapped my palm around my cock and wanked off in the bathroom, water splattering over me as I beat my cock, gasps and a soft body wreaking havoc to my senses.

I wiped the steam off the mirrors and stared at myself afterwards, my rock hard body a panting mess, my chest heaving for breath.

I could barely recognize my pupils, dark and glazed with lust, insatiability gnawing heavily at me.

Fucking Jane and