My head fell back and I felt my hair brush over my back, my skin so sensitive. He was incredibly skilled at bringing me to the brink, but not over.
“Mak… I need. God, now. Hurry. Must—more.”
“There we go. Mindless,” he said when he flipped us over once again. He crawled up my body so he hovered over me again. This time I felt his c**k prodding at my entrance, slipping over my dripping folds. I was wet from Mak’s mouth and from my own need. My body was primed, well-lubricated for the big c**k it was about to take. Perhaps the serum helped with that, doing something to my body to make me wetter than I’d ever been in my life.
“Will you, Gwendolyn from Earth, become my claimed mate for all eternity?”
Oh. This moment was a big deal. It was hard for the haze of l**t to clear enough to think,
