Soft morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, painting pale streaks across the bed.
Brandon lay on his back, completely naked with Scylla on top of him.
Her black hair fell forward in messy strands, some of it brushing against his chest as she rested there.
He could feel the dense muscle in her arms, the firm curve of her back, and the powerful legs straddling his hips.
Unlike the softer bodies he was used to, Scylla's body was built for combat.
Even at rest, there was strength in the way she held herself over him.
Brandon's hand moved slowly down her spine.
He patted her lower back once, then again, and his palm drifted lower until it settled over the full, muscular curve of her ass.
He gave it a firm squeeze, letting his fingers sink into the tight flesh.
Scylla made a low sound in her throat and shifted slightly, pressing herself more firmly against him as his hand continued to knead.
