Lincoln was insatiable. He was an embodiment of sin and s*x, a man of endless needs. I had never desired someone so immense that scorched my skin and tainted my decency.
I was his to use for his pleasure.
He was mine to satisfy my needs.
That was one of the functions of Luna and Alpha to one another that we must fulfill.
Not that submitting to him was a problem. It never was and will never be in any way. It's just that I fear that I might eventually play with fire more often starting now.
Lincoln's hands started to caress my thighs without averting his eyes on me, burning to the part where his eyes would land. He looked at me—no, stared at me like he recognized my soul, distinguished my desire, and could venture on my endeavors.
It piqued my lust, burned my demureness as I met his ho
