Kaiden sat on a chunk of blackened stone. His breath was steady now, though the ache in his limbs remained. The monsters were slain. The party was safe. But more importantly…
Bastet was already padding toward him, her hips swaying in that lazy, sun-soaked way only she could pull off. She straddled his lap without hesitation, her gorgeous, feminine body warm and soft in all the right places.
Their chests pressed together, her heavy breasts flattening against his armored vest. She looked at him with sultry, amber eyes. But for once, she was a little shy.
"Master… Be tender with your felinid lover, okay?"
Kaiden tilted his head, surprised. Bastet? Shy?
He reached up to tuck a loose strand of her lush black hair behind her ear. "Since when do you ask for tenderness? You're the woman who tends to shamelessly scream things that'd make even seasoned whores blush."
Her cheeks turned a soft pink. "Shut up, dumb Master! It's different this time!"
