ZINA
After more than one year, Zina had almost forgotten what the feverish touch of a man could do to her body. And under Daemon's hungry ministrations, she nearly lost her mind while control and sanity slipped away from her air that could never be grasped.
Daemon kissed her until her lips were sore and sensitive. Until she was a wanton, moaning mess that could only grip him by the shoulders for fear of falling too hard in this pit that they dug for themselves
And when just kissing her lips wasn't enough, his lips travelled to her neck. Nibbling and torturing her till she squirmed and turned into a mush.
But he was hardly satisfied for he descended lower and lower with every single ounce of control that she lost.
He tore at her cloth, kissing her breasts like a reverent lover. He cupped one of her breasts, then engulfed the other nipple with his hot tongue, nipping and sucking till her brain came up blank, incapable of forming any coherent thoughts.
