Rhysand.
Our tongues meet in a heated dance, her soft moans vibrating against my mouth, sending a jolt straight to my c**k.
With my mouth still latched on hers, I lead her backward to the couch, guiding her with one hand on the small of her back while the other slides up her side, tracing the curve of her breast.
I make sure we stay within the frame. I want the lighting to be perfect, every shadow, every gasp captured in high definition for our f*****g audience.
As I lower her onto the cushions, she blinks up at me with an expression that tells me she knows she shouldn’t be doing this. A flicker of caution crosses her face as I begin to loosen my belt.
Her gaze strays down to my bulge, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but before long, I watch the need for pleasure override the c
