“How are you feeling, my Queen?” asked Zadris once they were out of the eye line of the tent. She did not say anything and just turned towards him and kissed him on his lips. Seeing him carry Gwendolyn had flared jealousy up inside her like she had never known earlier.
"Fiona," he whispered, "Beautiful."
His hand reached out, tracing her cheek, her trembling lips. Her body quivered in excitement as that hand dropped down to casually tweak her rose-colored n****e. Alien passion roared through her small frame, crying out for her to return the touch, but inexperience and nervousness kept her immobile. Zadris paused, watching her expression, then he moved for her.
Her head swam as he enveloped her mouth in a hungry, insistent kiss. His tongue plunged inward, exploring, claiming, and she tug
