The second my feet touched the floor in the bedroom, we both began to strip like we couldn’t get naked fast enough. Like every scrap of fabric was a loathsome barrier between us that had to be eliminated. Once we were completely bare, I feasted on the sight of him. His mature, muscled physique called to a primal side of me that demanded a partner able to annihilate any challengers. Someone whose confidence showed in their every movement. Oran didn’t need a title to be a king. The role was implied in every nuance of his being. I wasn’t sure I could ever be worthy of such a man, but I wanted to try. My gaze lowered to his c**k when he took it in his hand and lazily stroked himself. “You aren’t still sore, are you?” I shook my head, transfixed, then went to him and dropped to my knees. I trie
