Gently, he slid his hand up and tilted her head back, exposing her throat and making her position even more vulnerable to him. "Who are you with right now?" Because he could've sworn when he'd first thrust into her, it wasn't him.
"You," she breathed. "I'm with you."
Warmth pushed out the cold, and he pulsed inside her. "Say my name, bixooxu."
"Nakos." A moan. A plea. "Please, Nakos." She arched, throwing her head farther back against his shoulder and nudging him deeper inside her soft, willing body.
Yes. Mercy, yes.
He palmed her breast, kneading, and rolled his hips. "Again. Say my name again."
A strangled sound rumbled through her, into him. "Nakos." Her husky voice was riddled with tenuous tension. "Nakos, Nakos, Nakos," she chanted.
To reward heror pacify himselfhe eased out
