The moonlight had shifted again, softer now, casting long silver and shadows across the bed.
Melissa lay there completely naked, her mature body offered up without shame or defense. Her dark hair spilled wildly across the pillow like spilled ink. Her full breasts rose and fell with slow, heavy breaths, nipples still stiff and darkened from his mouth. The gentle, perfect pregnant belly curved softly in the silver light, the skin faintly flushed from everything he had already done to her that night.
Her thighs were parted just enough to show the glistening evidence of her wetness between them — slick, swollen, and still sensitive from his earlier attention.
She looked every inch the powerful, elegant woman she was… and yet she lay there at his mercy, completely bare, completely open, letting him take his time with her like she had no intention of stopping him.
