What happened next was the rise and fall of immense release and pleasure. Avond had his fair share of women, but they were all in a relationship with him.
None possessed the kind of experience and ability Amara had proven herself to have. Riding him in such a way that he felt his back arch and his lips parting soundlessly.
He touched her everywhere he could — on her round buttocks, the heaviness of her full breasts — pinched the tips of them while his other hand reached into the wetness of her folds.
He felt his body tensing with unnatural stamina not long after she gave him a small pill to swallow. Letting him know she wanted a stallion, not a one-ride pony.
