kaira astor
m a t u r e c o n t e n t
Fuck.
My knees buckle, rolling into the gentle strokes of his fingers. My body sinks into his, a sigh fluttering out of my lungs. The warmth of his hand seeping through my clothes sends a shiver down my spine, fog pouring over every fold in my brain, desire wrapping its velvet claws around my soul, pushing me into the chaos that is Zyran. Zyran. Zyran. Zyran. I chant his name in my mind, over and over again, my lips falling agape in a silent gasp. Zyran's lips trace my jaw, brushing up all the way to my ear. "You like that, Maliah?" He breathes into my ear, his thumb pressing down on my c**t, drawing a tight circle. My hips jerk, my hand falling to my side and I wrap my trembling fingers around his forearm-- his muscular, veiny forearm.
"I f**
