WHEN the last shudder of pleasure escaped her lips, Kayan stood from the bed. Primrose rolled to her side and watched him. He was still half- dressed, and physically unsatisfied, his erection evident, pressing against his pants.
“Come here,” she said, more than ready for that next step. He’d brought her to o****m three times, and it was time, not just for his pleasure, but for her to have him. She didn’t know why, but it felt possessive. Like he would belong to her when she had him inside of her.
“I think that’s enough, don’t you? Not that I haven’t enjoyed watching you take your pleasure.”
“Come and get some of your own,” she said, not entirely understanding his cryptic statement.
“I’ve had plenty of it this evening. Tasting you, touching you, that was pleasure enough.”
“Kayan… “
