She couldn’t, she knew, but her body needed this. She needed him like air. Every sensation he wrought from her body had her moaning his name. She couldn’t feel anything accept the warm liquid that seeped from her throbbing core to settle between her womanly folds – and the emptiness there. Her core muscles clenched with need. She squeezed his shaft hard, as he pulled and swirled her n****e with his mouth and tongue.
“I need you,” Zaya heard herself say. The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. She sounded desperate and in need. She was too far gone with need to think about modesty or her long held quest. Her brother. Her purity.
Dage was strong and primal. He was every thing she could have asked for in a mate. And she needed him now, she couldn’t even
