I know I can’t have him like that tonight with him still healing, so I break our kiss, needing some space.
One hand cups the back of my neck, pulling me into his kiss again, while his other hand reaches down for my leg, draping it over his lap. My hips instinctively rock into him, trying to relieve the throb in between my legs.
“f**k, Elowen. I feel you. Feel that hot p***y. Do you need something from me, mate?”
His hand slides up my leg, under the hem of my shirt. Stryker groans when he discovers I’m bare. He squeezes my ass and then slides his hands lower, touching my p***y from behind.
His fingers slide through my wet folds, and I drop my head to his neck and groan against his skin before kissing him there.
“Jesus, you’re dripping for me.”
He hikes my leg up so I can feel his hard
