WARNING: Graphic sexual content in this chapter.
Gunther slowly rose to wakefulness as the early fingers of the dawn began to light the shaded windows behind the bed. He wanted to stretch, catlike; so satisfied with the deep, well-fucked ache of his body was he, but Valois was nestled up against him and he was loath to wake his lover from such a sound sleep. At least, not yet. He wanted to lie awake and savour this feeling for a little longer before he begged for more.
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