The scent of her arousal… musky, sweet, and heavy with feminine need… flooded the incense-thick air and went straight to his head.
Zephyra let out a startled, breathless gasp as the cool air hit her bare skin. Before she could even process the sudden exposure, Sol's large hands clamped down hard on her hips. His grip was entirely unforgiving, his fingers digging deep into her soft flesh.
"Fuck…" Sol growled, voice guttural. He dragged the blunt head of his cock through her soaked slit, coating himself in her wetness. Every slow glide made Zephyra's thighs tremble.
"Please…" she whispered, the word broken and humiliating on the tongue of the High Shaman. "Sol… I need—"
He didn't let her finish.
He leaned down, chest pressing flush against her damp back, and dragged his lips along the shell of her ear. "You begged for more, High Shaman," he murmured, voice thick with dark hunger. "Now you're going to take everything I give you."
