Chapter 43: Wilson's Daughter

After we finished, Marlee lay slick with sweat, the lamplight making her gleam as if oiled, a languid glow rippling over her skin. She collapsed on top of me, panting, limp as a rag, with no time to clean up. My hands were injured, so I couldn't wrap her in my arms. I asked, "How do you feel?" "Exhausted," Marlee said between breaths. "Maybe you could use your mouth to clean me up in a bit?" I gave her a gentle look. She glanced down and murmured, "Kind of gross." "You tasted it last time,...