Perdita's eyes, slightly closed, had her head thrown backwards, everything around her blurring in the background as her focus remained on the man who tenderly held her, yet his hand, though gentle, stirred every part of her body awake.
She heard Sthena speak but could only faintly understand what he said as heat and desire pulled to settle in between her legs. Drawing her legs closer to herself, her toes squeezing as the Sthena seemed to want to invoke every reaction and pleasure from her as he teased and tugged at the soft mounds of her chest.
With one of Sthena's hands on her breast, kneading and rubbing at her hardened tips, she went back to kissing her lips that had turned mushy.
His other hand went to her waist, and he broke from the kiss as he turned her to face him.
A gasp escaped Perdita's lips at the sudden movement. Her eyes met with the darkened red eyes of Sthena that seemed to bare her before him, strip by strip, and her heart shuddered.
