Katrina
“Let me help you to the bed, love,” he said.
His eyes clouded with the mindlink as he scooped me up and placed me on the sheets that felt both cool and grated against my skin.
He sunk down next to me and asked, “Do you want to lead this? To get on top?” Concern laced his voice, but his eyes were feral.
“No.” I shook my head. “No, I want you to…”
“Okay. Lay back.”
I think I did what he asked. I heard the door shut and the windows creak open. I had a fluttering thought that others would hear us, but the pain was too great for me actually to let my logical thoughts make my body feel anything.
I felt him at the foot of the bed and heard his pants unzip and belt drop to the floor. I f,orced my eyes open. My mouth parted, and I stared wide-eyed at his c,ock.
I didn’t think tha
