She felt divine. Having her wrapped around his finger messed with his mind. Her inside was warm. Soft. Delicate. It clenched around his finger and pulsed with a rhythm that called for him to be in her yet a sick part of him wanted to play with her a while longer before giving her the splendour of tasting him.
"I am yours, Jia Hao." Mira gushed, her words a barely audible mumble.
This went straight to his breeding part. "Say it again." Jia Hao husked. His finger moved in and out of her in a controlled rhythm that got her legs quivering.
Mira moaned, a loud, yearning sound. "I belong to you."
Another finger slid in. Mira fumbled hard into the sheepskins, her head a fuzzy mess.
"More."
