"Let's make this a proper recharge," she purred, her voice thick with desire, her hips grinding slowly, her pussy slick against his leg through her tight pants.
Lysette dropped to her knees like she'd done it a hundred times—but the tremor in her breath betrayed her.
Her hand palmed Leon's bulge, slow and possessive, her thumb stroking the heat that strained his trousers.
She didn't ask permission.
Her emerald eyes—wicked, intelligent, dripping challenge—never left his as she worked the ties open with practiced fingers.
His cock sprang free, flushed and twitching, the skin already glistening with anticipation.
She licked her lips.
"Mm," she murmured, leaning in, the tip of her tongue flicking across his crown. "Still warm from Terya's."
Zara stepped in behind him, the scent of clove oil and steel washing over his senses.
She unfastened her halter without a word.
