Gabriela
Oh my f*****g god. He was going to kill me.
I was spread open and on display and he knelt at my p***y, his mouth feasting like I was his favorite treat. I’d never been restrained before, never held open like this, never completely at a man’s—alien’s—mercy.
And the greedy b***h inside me wanted more. I couldn’t move—and that turned me on. I trusted Jorik with my life, knew he would stop if I asked. I felt safe. Cherished. And that made me lose my f*****g mind.
I’d been shy before Jori’s birth, but once I’d survived that, some of my self-conscious nature had died off. But with Jorik, my mate? His eyes didn’t lie. He wanted me. He didn’t just like what he saw, he wanted to touch me. Kiss me. Make me come. His touch was deliberate and dominant, as if he knew exactly what he wanted
