“Alianna!” The cry was pulled out of her as Weyland finally gave her breasts the attention she craved. Gentle and strong at the same time, his mouth settled over her n****e, suckling avidly. As it tightened, straining so hard she thought it might burst, he flicked his tongue over the throbbing tip, inciting a fire of desire in her loins. Her head lolled back against Kitiara’s chest, but her groin rolled upward, hot and flushed and wickedly wet. Her breath caught in her throat as her woman’s bud pressed against the rigid pole of Weyland’s manhood. A voice inside her whispered she should be ashamed for acting the wanton, but it was overridden by desire, and she hooked her ankles around the young man’s legs, giving herself even more leverage. Her fingers clutched him about the shoulders as sh
