Sera blinked. She looked down. At his face. At his smile. At the innocence that she had lost three days ago in a room full of blood and cock and screaming noblemen.
She walked.
Inside, the sounds got louder.
Vess came out of the bathroom.
Not walking. Not running. She came out attached.
She was on Raven. Like a koala. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. Her arms were around his neck. Her red hair was loose— wet, hanging down her back. Her shirt was gone. Her bra was gone. Her enormous breasts were bare— pressed against his chest, the nipples stiff, the flesh flattened between their bodies. Her skirt was hiked up— around her waist. Her panty was gone. Her pussy was visible— bare, smooth, the lips stretched around his cock.
She was impaled.
