Stars, she was close. So close. Even without the experience of an o****m, she knew.
She choked on a breath, thrust her breasts toward the ceiling. Lights flashed before her eyes as she hurtled over the edge into o****m. Her channel spasmed, clenching and releasing in quick bursts. She wrapped her legs behind his neck and squeezed, trapping his head between her thighs as she gasped and sobbed through her release.
When her vision returned, her eyes sought the Zandian’s. If anything, he appeared even wilder, sweat beading at his forehead, his horns a darker purple.
He shook his head as if angry with her.
But what had she done?
He flipped her body again, lifting and arranging her like her weight was nothing to him. He folded her waist over the bench, a*s high.
More s******g, then.
He sm
