Warrior to Luna
Her scent was already in my memory.
I kiss her shoulder, one hand resting on her lower back, the other finding the zipper of her dress. Her back was now exposed to my touch. She is soft, feeling like a live electric wire, shortcircuiting. Straight to my dick. Now twitching and in stating ovation, ready for our mate.
I claim her mouth once again, fighting for dominance. My mate is not only a warrior. She’s an Amazonian queen. The way her mouth was expertly handling me. This is a fight I am ready to lose as long as I can have her in my arms, naked.