Nikolai lay on his back staring at the ceiling, enduring the painful jolt shooting through his muscles. A soft warmth rested in his right arm, spreading a familiar calming scent, like a spring breeze.
'She got me again!'
He turned on his side, watching Clara, who slept with a radiant smile—then scanned her snow-white body with bright eyes. His bitter smile grew with each deep red hickey on her breasts, neck and thighs. As if awake, the lovely fairy rolled on her side, pressing her abundant mounds together with both arms.
A sweet scent followed as milk seeped down the soft, fair skin.
The smell of her breast milk sent tingles through his body, a stimulating and pleasant sensation.
"This girl..." He couldn't remain angry at his wife for seducing him. But. Why did she have to use her powers while Zara remained in the room? Nikolai glanced at the second bedroom and shook his head.
He couldn't forget the sight of Zara touching herself.
'Four arms really are handy.'
