Fingertips brushed—light as breath, reverent as prayer—across skin that had known no mortal heat in ten thousand years.
Cassiopeia froze.
Her whole body spasmed violently under his hands. Her thighs quaked uncontrollably, muscles jumping and twitching as if electricity was surging through every nerve.
Her ass clenched so hard in his grip that the firm, round cheeks dimpled deep between his spread fingers, the powerful muscles rippling and locking tight.
Her nipples snapped to razor-sharp points right for his sight, dark plum and painfully stiff, jutting out like they were trying to cut through the air itself.
Phei's eyes dropped lower and watched as her cunt clamped down on nothing with brutal force — inner walls seizing, fluttering, squeezing so viciously that a fresh, hot gush of slick jetted out in a powerful, messy arc.
