My breasts bounced and made the chain shift, my n*****s tingling and tight, the weight adding to the sensations coursing through my veins, but it was not enough to get me to come. How did this man know how to get me so close to the edge and not push me over? It had never been this intense before. Our skin was slick with sweat, our breathing rough and ragged. Wet sounds of f*****g filled the space and I could hear myself cry out in pleasure, only increased by the painful counterpoint of my sore bottom rubbing against his thighs. The rest of the outpost was just outside the flimsy walls and could no doubt hear—and know—what we were doing. I didn’t care. I only cared about being with Tark and letting him rule my body. No wonder I’d never come for another man.
“We will come together, gara,” h
