She meant Hana. Couldn't even say the name. Just knew that Gareth's mother was different. Tighter. More toned. The kind of mature beauty that came from discipline and self-care rather than neglect and abuse.
Raven's fingers rubbed her clit in brutal circles. His mouth never stopped working on her breast. Sucking. Biting. Marking her pale skin with red welts and teeth imprints.
"What else," he demanded between sucks. "Tell me her habits. Her schedule. When is she alone?"
"Mornings!" Yuna gasped. Her hips were fully grinding now, humping his hand like a bitch in heat. "She does yoga at dawn in her private studio! Then goes to the farmland around eight! Stays there until... until afternoon! She's always alone because the workers don't arrive until later and—'AH-!'"
His teeth clamped down on her nipple and 'pulled'.
Stretched the sensitive nub until it felt like it might tear off.
