Rhydric's breath hitched, his pulse racing in a way that made his entire body taut with need. He tried to anchor himself, tried to pull himself back to sanity, but her presence alone, her body pressing on him alone, was pulling him apart from within.
With a slow, deliberate precision, she straddled him. Her bare heat pressed directly on his cock. And to make the situation worse, she rolled her hips on him…each movement teasing, and agonizingly slow.
Rhydric groaned, the sound raw and loud as he threw his head back. "Ahhh…fuck it." The glass in his hand slipped, shattering on the floor.
But he didn't care. Not when his little moon's warm, seductive body was pressed against his, straddling him in the bath.
She leaned in, whispering directly into his ear, her breath hot and sinfully close. "I want you… I need you, baby. I'll make you lose control…"
