Macon Forrester
The last woman I had kissed had been my wife. Centuries ago. I could barely remember what kissing Lya felt like, so much time had passed. But my whole body thrummed after kissing Serena. I had made her entire body glow, and I had felt her breasts pressed up against me, had made her known how ready she was to have me. I had done nothing but rub up against her. I could only imagine what it would be like when we were finally together. And now that I had kissed her, I intended to devour every part of her. Driving back to The Fortress was hard. In many, many ways.
“Are you alright?" Serena asked as we finally got out of the jeep. “You look like you're in pain."
I grimaced. “I'm not in pain, Little Priestess."
“You're not?" she said. “I mean…I know I had a good reaction t
