Zephyra moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder. "You're… really going to ruin me completely," she gasped, voice hoarse and trembling, yet still carrying that faint laid-back tease. "The High Shaman… taken like a beast in heat…"
"That's exactly what you are right now," Sol growled against her ear, thrusting up into her with short, powerful strokes. "My beast. My woman." He bit her earlobe gently, then sucked on it while his hips continued their deep, grinding rhythm.
The new position allowed him to feel every curve of her mature body pressed against him… the soft weight of her breasts in his hand, the way her ass cushioned every thrust, the heat of her sweat-slicked back sliding against his chest. He could smell her clearly: sweat, sex, incense, and that unique feminine musk that drove him wild.
