Into the Dark

Megan loves the dark. Loves what she finds when Mya Dark leans in close. Every time they’re alone, Megan pulls the curtains, kills the lights, and makes the room theirs. She starts with her mouth on Mya’s neck, teeth grazing skin, then trails lower. Fingers slip between Mya’s thighs, parting her, circling the heat already slick there. When Mya’s breathing quickens, Megan drops to her knees and takes her with her tongue—slow, greedy licks that make Mya’s knees buckle. Megan doesn’t stop until Mya’s panting her name. Then she reaches for the strap-on she keeps close. The harness tightens around her hips, the smooth shaft standing ready. She bends Mya over the edge of the bed, nudges her knees apart, and pushes inside. One steady thrust after another, deep, rhythmic, until Mya’s moans fill the dark. Megan grips her waist, driving harder, owning every inch until they both shake apart in the shadows.