C232 Something Happened!

The bloodstains on the sheets and the bruises and bite marks on his wife's chest were the wild remnants of their passion.

Doyle was no less marked by the encounter.

Aylwin, like a leopardess in the throes of heat, had savaged Doyle's flesh.

He had lost at least half a liter of blood last night, bearing bites in six or seven places.

Their lovemaking was nothing short of primal