Azura could already feel that greedy pussy getting wet for him again, and his heart pounded fiercely for this small woman who satisfied him in such a primitive, profound way.

It wasn’t just sexual—she filled every empty space in his cold, hard soul.

Aysling wasted no time impaling herself on him, giving him a heated view of her undulating back, her beautiful wet hair falling down, and those pink cheeks bouncing erotically as he smacked them to tease her further.

"Sshh, mmm, tell me who the hell