I reached for him, for his shoulder. His hair. Anything I could grab hold of to anchor myself to reality. Our palms touched.
Something burned. Flared. Was I dying? Losing my mind? Nothing could feel like this.
I stopped breathing, the air locked in my throat as the taste of my p***y exploded inside my mind. I shared his primitive need to taste me, to hear me cry out in pleasure. I felt the actual pain of those needs. In his heart. His chest. His c**k. His focus was absolute. Complete. There was nothing in his world but me. My body. My pleasure.
Mate.
Mate.Never had I been as beautiful, as perfect, as I appeared to him. My dark skin glowed with health, the softness seductive. My heavy breasts called to him to suckle, tease, conquer. The taste of my kiss mingled with my core in the perfe
