Zafira moaned softly, her hips rising and falling in a slow rhythm, grinding so that he reached deeper with each bounce.
His body felt hot, strong and solid beneath her trembling thighs. The scent of him lingered on her tongue, that deep masculine musk she craved.
"You're mine... mine.... even if they all want you... I won't let them take you away," she whispered in a husky voice. Her palms pressed against his chest, feeling every thump of his heartbeat through them.
Her nectar drooled, soaking his lap. The warmth pooled deep inside her belly as she moved again, grinding slower this time, biting her lip as a jolt of pleasure shot up her spine.
I made them give you the wine... I want you to look at me.
***
Leonhardt stirred.
Something wet, warm and tight clenched around him. He shook with a slow rhythm, unable to stop the softness pulsing around him. He grunted as the pleasant feeling spread through his body.
His hands gripped soft thighs.
"What..."
