Her nostrils flared at the scents of moonflower, her arousal and the masculine musk that surrounded her. He pressed a kiss to the tender skin behind her ear. “I’m going to make love to you now, Hinekiri.” “Yes,” she whispered, acknowledging the feelings that coursed through her mind, her body. She wasn’t ready to say it yet, but she did love him. He was like her matching half. Hinekiri felt Richard’s cock poised at her entrance. Tension clawed through her but this time it was the good kind. He plucked at the tip of one breast while the flare of his cock slipped farther into her body. His mouth brushed her ear and a hand smoothed over her loose hair. “I love the way you feel. Your hair. Your skin. The way your inner walls squeeze me so sweetly.” Hinekiri trembled, the need to move backward and force more of his cock into her pussy a siren song. Instead, she resisted, knowing he could construe her actions as trying to wrestle charge from him rather than enthusiasm. This truce was too new between them, the trust fragile.
