Over an unknown mountain, hidden behind a curtain of ancient pines, the air hung thick with the scent of resin and arousal.
*Chuuuuuuu…*
Anon had Mira pinned hard against the rough bark of an old jukan tree, one massive thigh shoved between hers, spreading her stance just enough to keep her off-balance. His mouth devoured hers like a starving beast—lips bruising, teeth grazing, tongue claiming every wet corner without permission or mercy.
He broke the kiss with a wet pop, strings of saliva still connecting their mouths for a shameful half-second before snapping.
"Whom do you belong to ?" His voice came out low, gravel-rough. He seized her jaw in one big hand, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her cheekbones, forcing her dazed eyes to lock onto his.
"You, Master…" Mira's voice trembled, breathy and small. "My body only belongs to—"
She never finished.
