Dave's concept of perfection had been abstract until he laid eyes on Francine. Now, she was entirely bare and wholly vulnerable to him, yet his emotions were a whirlwind. He was intensely aroused, to the point of discomfort, but he was also seething with anger.
She had exploited the most magical day of their lives, their mating ceremony, to liberate her eccentric brother from the dungeons, and he was clueless as to why. His hands yearned to reach out and touch her, his arousal palpable at the beautiful sight before him, but his anger was a restraining force.
"Are you two just going to stand there and stare? Because if so, I might have to find someone else to pleasure me," Francine declared bravely, holding her head high. However, her arousal was permeating the room like a dense cloud of
