The Masked Luna
Her reaction was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
Her piercing glinted in a filtered ray of sunlight as she began to shake. Her breasts were so plump, her swollen nipples jutting as if begging to be sucked more. She looked from where he was about to stroke her, then breathlessly gazed up at him, meeting his eyes.
“Lennox, please . . .
Riona lay back, lowering herself off her elbows so she could grasp his wrist, pulling his free hand down as she rolled her hips up.
Lennox shook his head hard as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing. “Only with me,” he rasped, raking his gaze along her body. “This must be all mine.”