"What's wrong with me?" Her lips were trembling.
Devan didn't hesitate to move further, kissing and nipping the other side of her neck, her jaw, and slowly going up to kiss her lips. She could feel her skin sizzle with every touch.
His hands started to roam her waist and then went to squeeze her bountiful buttocks. He longed to squeeze them. She hissed. She felt something poke at her stomach and started to imagine how good it would be if-
"No!"
With great strength, she pushed him back to the other side of the wall. They both gasped for air.
"You're in heat."
She slumped down on the ground, finding it too much to bear. His deep and sexy voice aroused her more.
Oh, f*ck me! She mentally cursed.
Oh, he'll f*ck her alright.
How could this have happened so early?
Zainne seemed to have
