Zander rubbed his horns against Lamira’s bare back. She lay n***d in bed beside him, her wrists cuffed to the bed, one knee drawn up in sleep.
“Mmm.” She stirred, rolling toward him as much as the cuffs allowed.
“Disconnect cuffs.”
Her wrists came free, and she turned to face him, blinking her beautiful wide-set eyes.
He loved having her in his sleepdisk. Loved waking with her soft, n***d form ready and willing beside him. Today was the day he made himself available to his people, but there was probably still time to enjoy his slave’s lush body.
“Do you need to use the washroom?” He’d begun to understand her physical needs.
“Yes, please.” She rolled off the bed and darted to take care of her needs.
He stretched onto his back and stroked his throbbing c**k.
When Lamira emerged, she
