Evelyn~
Rael chuckled against my ear. "Look at you … trembling, dripping, aching to be filled while the night sky watches us. You love this, don't you, love?"
He was insane. Truly insane for thinking I liked the idea of being watched while having sex.
But honestly … the thought alone made my adrenaline spike. It wasn't like anyone was actually watching us, but the idea of it, the risk, the shamelessness, it made me wetter, hotter, needier.
Rael sensed it instantly. "Ahh, so you do love it," he growled, slamming into me harder, faster, each thrust echoing through the night. "Your pussy's soaking me, Evelyn. You're dripping like you can't get enough."
"Rael—ahh—stop saying that!" I cried, but my moans betrayed me, louder and louder until even I didn't recognize my own voice. My walls clenched around him desperately, pulling him deeper, refusing to let go.
The biggest difference between Theron and Rael was … Rael couldn't stop using such filthy words!
