Kyler's lips were delicious and soothing, the vividness surrounding us angelic and sensuous. I ached for the man, craving his touch, rapturously in need of him inside. "Make love to me, Kyler. Soft and gentle."
We went to ours knees, our lips remaining in a rapacious motion. His hand fell between my legs, fingering me, spreading and thrusting. I laid my head against his shoulder and wrapped my arms around him, his touch majestic and blissful.
I moved up and down on his fingers, my soul riding my glutton desire to be taken by the man, by the shifter.
He brought me to an intense orgasm, his fingers magic wands as I came. Without missing a beat, Kyler laid me back onto the ground, a patch of grass satiny beneath my back and ass.
"This, Kyler," I whispered.
"You're my forever, Cass."
