Fingers gripped sheets as toes curled and soft moans lingered in the air after escaping parted lips. Brandon and Slania were officially back to fucking instead of fighting with each other, and it was a good thing. They would likely be spending a lot of time with each other over the next few days.
He wasn't Zeph, she wasn't her mother and both of them were well aware of that fact. She hated it when he said something about how she wasn't half as good as Naamah. It was the cause of many of the little fights that would eventually lead them toward finding themselves in the same bed again. In the arena of the sheets, the only judge Slania recognized was Zeph.
He just called her a less spicy and more clingy version of her mother, not inferior to her in skill as the difference between them was hundreds if not thousands of years in practice. For her, Brandon was so-so to good, while she was about as good as he could get. It wasn't even remotely the same.
