Zuri's life had always been blood, battle, and feast.
She had lived more like a man than any woman she knew.
She had marched into battles, hunted beasts that could kill with a single glance, and traveled lands most people never even heard of.
She had carved out achievements she once never dared imagine. She was proud of every scar and every victory. Proud that she had stepped out from any man's shadow and built her own name. Proud that most people no longer treated her as a woman at all.
"Nnghh... ahh..."
Yet the man currently buried between her thighs was dragging that buried woman back to the surface, the soft and needy part she thought she had buried for good.
Her body arched hard. Heat flooded her core as his slick tongue dragged over the place she had always believed should stay untouched by any other man than her mate.
He licked her like she was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, slow and devoted, giving her a care she was certain she did not deserve.
