Mathena shook her head, and without suddenly, she bent forward to sprinkle kisses across his chest, pausing at each n****e to brush her tongue over the beaded tip. Xeon sighed, burying one hand in her silken hair in whispered encouragement.
She tongued his belly button, making his c*ck tremble with a mute appeal for compassion as she made a devastating trail down the middle of his stomach. Torn between the need to toss her onto the bed and take her with a sudden, wonderful explosion of pleasure and the want to let Mathena to continue her enticing torture, Xeon forced his eyes tight.
The last choice was made by the sensation of Mathena's gentle lips stroking ever lower.
Before, he had always been the initiator in a s****l encounter. His carnivorous disposition wanted to be the hunter rat
