The Sunspire a poetic retelling of an unfortunate seduction

The scent of her increased the desire tenfold, his thrusts becoming rough with purpose, with the need to give her children his children. The unexpected sound of her growling drove him mad and he held her tighter against him, each breath matching her own. The extreme heat of her core wrapping around him was nirvana, the way she pressed her chin against his neck the pathway to the stars and he knew he could not last long.


Slowing his pace to prolong the act he arched his back, sliding in at another angle and going deeper. the angle caused him to strike that special spot, the one that seemed to make women crazy with pleasure.