C517 Love to the point of suffering a great loss of vitality 1

It was almost noon.

His head was resting comfortably in a warm place.

Half awake, half dreaming that he was a guest, he moved away several times and lay back down again ? perhaps even because of the warmth of the embrace?

Or was he only willing to admit in his dreams that he was lonely, that he had let go of all his defenses, that he was reckless for once?

She cooed with hunger