Derrick
I kiss her until she relaxes again, and the air fills with the scent of her desire. It makes my mouth water, and tries to rob me of my thoughts. I can feel my clarity slipping away, but I cling to it – vague as it is – because she deserves better than what I can give her right now.
She’s not just another c*m receptacle. A temporary bed warmer sent by one of my advisors to calm my beast.
Alisa is my mate. My lost half.
I slip away, letting go of her delectable lips, journeying over her jaw, down her neck, fluttering kisses across her clavicles. Every little gasp and gentle moan urging me on, driving me absolutely nuts.
For just a second, I her fingers slide through my hair, then they’re gone.
I’m actually disappointed when she stops playing with my hair, but I don’t want to st
