A sharp, ragged intake of air slipped past Veylara's parted lips as Sol's fingers dug deeper into the curve of her hip, pulling her hips tight against his groin.
For half a heartbeat, the newly crowned Layer 5 sovereign of the northern expanse teetered on the razor's edge of losing her composure completely.
She could feel every hardened inch of his cock pressing against her belly with the same blunt heat from earlier passion, completely unconcerned with the fact that they were standing in the aftermath of a heavenly commotion.
Her head involuntarily tilted back, with her throat arching beautifully under the slowly dying moonlight, as the red ring circling her sapphire irises flared with an involuntary, molten heat.
The raw, primal instinct that had governed their last several hours under the weeping willows threatened to flare back up, ready to drag them straight back down into the dirt.
