270 Hunger

Roxana was left in utter bliss. This was a new height of pleasure and she had thought it couldn't get better than the last one. She was wrong and now she wondered what the next one would be like. Her head swayed, still drowning in pleasure. 

Then her gaze returned to the wall. Now she could see his great wings, spreading out from his back as he rested on his stomach beside her, still breathing as heavily as she was. 

"Your wings. Why can I only see them in the shadows?" 

"I am hiding them. They take too much place." 

"I want to see them again," she said. 

He turned on one side to face her when she suddenly felt something feathery beneath her. It was his wing, covering the entire side of the bed and more. It was so soft, the best bed she lay in. A heaven on earth. She turned to touch it, feeling the dark feathers under her palm. Alexander closed his eyes. 

"Do you feel that?" She asked. 

"Yes."