He pressed a tender kiss upon her forehead. "It is the delirium speaking, Merl. You love your bondmate, and you do not wish to hurt him that way."
"No, no, I want you. Henry knows that I am your bloodhost. He understands and accepts what it means," she protested.
"But you will hate yourself after the hunger is sated. It is not acceptable, my dear," his voice was strained, but he pulled away. "We need to resist the pull. But I will help you."
Merilyn cried out, tortured. The need to satiate her burning arousal was so intense that tears welled in her eyes.
She humped against his thighs, hard and desperate, rubbing her throbbing c******s against his leg, gasping with pleasure, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
"That is it, dearling. Ride it out. Allow it to pass through you," he murmured
