Aiden's golden eyes opened to the soft dawn light filtering through the tall crystal windows of his master suite. The air was thick with the mingled scents of sex, perfume, and satisfied woman—musky, sweet, and utterly addictive. Six naked noble beauties lay sprawled across the massive bed like offerings to a god.
Duchess Elara Voss curled against his left side, her full breasts pressed to his ribs, a thick trail of his dried cum painting her inner thighs.
Countess Lirael Thorne had claimed his right thigh as a pillow, her dark curls fanned across his hip, lips still parted in a sleepy, sated smile. Marchioness Vespera Kane lay on her stomach at the foot of the bed, ass slightly raised, her smoky-garnet skin glistening where his seed had leaked from her well-used pussy overnight.
