Billie Jo

“immediately sought his. They were heavy lidded and hazy with passion. Pressing deep, he demanded, “Do you like this, Ella?” Her throaty sigh and the languid lift of her hand to stroke gently down his cheek was answer enough. His smile deepened as his hand found the little bud within her folds. Pressing his thumb firmly down, he questioned again, “And this?” Ella lost her languorous enjoyment as sharp heat shot through her and settled with a heavy clenching throb deep in her abdomen. Her hips bucked beneath his hand when she gasped, “Nicholas… please.” More than willing to comply, he increased the pressure there and quickened the pace of his thrusts. His”
― Heather Fleener, Forsaken