Chapter Fifteen: To A Fault

Her moan drew his full attention; her fingers moved faster inside her. She was fucking herself to the point of desperation, but the act that drew him was that her fingers had bunched his bedcover and held it in place on her nose as if she desired his scent.

Did she like his scent?

What did he smell like to her?

They weren't mates, yet why?

"Mmshy"

He wanted to call her name, to give her directions; he knew where she twitched most.

He knew the portion of her body that would erupt with a well-timed stroke.

As if she sensed his desire to communicate, her gaze turned to him—they were still red, still held their touch of condescension, but for some reason, he loved their darkness.

Her hand left the bedcover, and to her relief, they remained bunched and in position next to her nose. Her now free hand centred her attention on her cl*t, circling the wet bud with growing speed until her moans rang in the room.

Again, he swallowed, and the act felt noisy; he wanted all his senses on the woman c