Of All The Unlikely Places...the bed.

Freya's POV

“I’m going to fuck you like this tight little pussy is mine. Because it is, Freya. Every part of you is," he purred like a feline, his cock teasing the lips of my pussy back and forth.

Damn right I am.

A whimper clawed up my throat as my body lit beneath his erotic ministrations.

My arms were clutching his neck. Saying that I was doing so for support would be too mild a response.

I was clinging unto him for dear life.

My arms were locked tight around him like a vice because I knew that if I let go or even loosened my grip, I would be romancing death. Which I already was, technically.

Zane was life's naturally occurring embodiment of death.

My legs should normally be wrapped around his waist as my arms were on his neck but my indomitable sex legend of a mate had other plans.

Those other plans involved his arms hooking under my knees and pulling up to his midriff, while my legs dangled at his sides. This gave him such a premium angle to my pussy that my wetness already drool