As the sun glared from the clear morning sky, golden sand dunes undulated on every side she sought shade under one of the handful of trees. Brittle grass covered the small bank provided by the gorgeous desert oasis of Sahel, abrading her bare feet. Again and again and again.Īt the pond washing clothes and dreaming of salted caramel cupcakes.and frosted brownies.and, oh, oh, oh, peanut butter cookies, Elin Vale lumbered from the over-warm water. He would thrust inside her and slake his need for her. Skin tore, muscle ripped, and bone snapped. My Slave gritted his teeth and jerked with all his considerable might. Something bound his wrists and ankles again. She was perfect, and only when she was with him, her strong body taking and receiving pleasure, was the gnawing hunger within him finally satisfied.īut.he looked around. And her peekaboo fangs.how deliciously they nipped at the vein in his neck. How deeply those little daggers cut into his bare chest. He couldn't live without her smoke-and-dreams scent.mmm, or her too-close-to-the-sun heat.or her fiery claws. She would straddle his waist, feed his aching length into her hungry body, and say, "My slave needs me more than air to breathe, doesn't he?"
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