The Lunar Legacy
Fire needs stone, pup—fuck her, love.
Mara’s grin was wicked, her brown eyes locked on his, voice dripping with heat, her hands sliding under her undershirt, lifting it to bare her breasts, the cool air making her nipples harden, her skin prickling, the wildflowers glowing brighter, the dawn’s light catching the hunger in her gaze, the brook’s trickle a soft hum, the grove’s air electric. “Jas, I want you to fuck me like you fought—hard, dirty, now,” she purred, her fingers trailing down her stomach, dipping between her legs, teasing herself, her moan soft, her body arching, the moss soft beneath her, the pine’s bark rough against her back, the dawn’s light a golden glow on her flushed skin,
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