Dremon fears that she’s doing this for the wrong reasons until he feels the slight wetness between her legs. She might not love him, but her body wants his.
Her skin is soft, and he can feel her heart racing when leaves a soft kiss on her chest. Breathing in her sweet scent, he feels his arousal grow in anticipation, but he cannot. Not yet. She’s not ready, even if she thinks she is.
He slides his hand up more and the warmth of her sweet spot calls to him.
***
She gasps when she feels his fingers move around her aching parts. This is not fun! This is utter torture! When he crushes his lips to hers, she digs her nails into his shoulders, feeling a finger slide into a place she always thought was never to be shared with anyone!
Or at least only with the man you marry!
Oh, goddess! She
