She didn’t care—she didn’t care one bit about what she was and who she was and what she will be by tomorrow. She didn’t even give a fuck who might hear them now, or who are already watching.

She just yielded to him fully.

Sasha turned and twisted, his cock never letting go of her as she faced him. He opened his mouth to say something but her tongue swept in, moving in a way that she knew exactly what she’d do if her mouth got between his legs.

He plunged in and out, slow and hard. His hands on his waist left a handprint on her skin, but she...