The first ray of dawn light filtered through the gaps in the heavy curtains, tracing pale golden streaks across the room amidst the chaos of rumpled sheets and bodies sprawled on the enormous bed. The air was still warm, heavy, laden with the sweet scent of sweat, skin, and lust that the night had left permeating everything.
Damon awoke slowly, sunk in that delicious exhaustion that comes after hours of excess. Every muscle throbbed in gentle protest, his entire body limp, heavy, satisfied. It was as if his bones had melted within his own flesh.
Before even opening his eyes, he felt it.
Moist heat.
A soft, insistent pressure enveloping his penis with provocative slowness. The rhythmic movement of a greedy mouth, firm and slow at the same time, sending a shiver down his spine that ran from his groin to the nape of his neck.
It wasn't a dream.
It was real.
