Chapter Six
The sunlight intruding through the windows caused Rory to wince. He pedaled his legs as though he were running in the woods, chasing after the sweet smell of fresh meat. His foot ached from the exertion of being run so ragged after years of ill-use. But he kept going. The chase was worth it.
That smell was so tantalizing. He had to have it. It was so close, he could smell it, he could taste it. In fact, it was right under his nose.
With his eyes still closed, he extended his tongue and tasted. He was met with warm, supple skin whose salty sweat was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted in his life. Rory opened his eyes.
He was met with a golden brown shoulder. The slope of it allowed him to peer down to see a mound of breast. Crested at the tip of that breast was a priceless
