CUCKOLD - SWINGER - EROTIC — SEX — FICCION
SILAS AND DANAI SWINGER (ZURIA 8) The Mountains That Whisper Names
A sunny morning, a cheeky wink, and the echo of desires buried beneath the snow.
Silas leaned against the frame of the annex door, holding a steaming cup of tea as sunlight poured into the garden. Her thoughts wandered between distant memories and the scene before her. In her mind, the mountains of Auriel seemed to come alive, whispering the names of men she had tucked away in the folds of her memory — men whose faces she had admired at the most iconic ski resorts on the planet.
There was something about those mountains: the purity of the snow, the adrenaline of the slopes, and the fleeting, charged glances exchanged with strangers on sunlit terraces. Moments heavy with silent promises and untapped possibilities. She recalled the cold air brushing her cheeks, the warmth of a liqueur in her hands, and the spark of desire in the eyes of men who were not Danai.
