Kane
As soon as her tiny fingers touched the length of my cock, I lifted us out of the tub. I grabbed her plush bottom in my arms, holding her close, and walked out of the tub into the bedroom.
Water splashed onto the floor, the carpet, and the bed, but nothing else mattered—nothing but my beautiful, intoxicating mate.
I lay her on the edge of the bed, desperately wanting to taste her again. I had tried countless times to suppress my urges, the burning desire to taste her wetness, to feel her sweetness on my tongue.
My self-control had long since crumbled, and she tasted as incredible as I had imagined, leaving me thirsty for more.
As she lay on the bed, her lids ablaze with desire, I parted her thighs and covered her with light kisses, ever closer to her core. The wetness there glistened, begging me for more—for everything I had. A groan of frustration escaped her breathless lips, and I laughed at her impatience.
