His hands were on her again, moving over her skin, tracing the curve of her hip, the line of her ribs, the slope of her shoulder.
His head lowered, and she felt the brush of his hair against her stomach. He was scenting her lower body now, causing the growl in his chest to deepen.
Kaerith clenched her legs at the warmth growing between her legs. f**k. Her fear was giving away like she wasn’t just going to be manhandled by a beast.
Her fingers grasped her breast, traveling down to her cunt till she found her folds. Just when she slipped her fingers into her cunt…
The beast growled. “Don’t, little Nyx!” He grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head.
He was going through a rut, and the primal drive emanating from him pressed down on her, igniting a mirroring heat she desperately want
