Chapter Forty-One

“Tell me what you need, my darling shining star?” She bites your lower lip, tugging softly. Hands gliding through the water to move up her back, you marvel at the strength in her shoulders and the muscles working keeping you both above water. Tangling your fingers through her hair losing them in the soft wet mop of wet thick hair.

Her teeth nip their way down your neck, leaving bite marks along your collar. Throwing your head back, she grunts in satisfaction at your response. They weren’t hard bites, but love niblets. After each bite she would lick the same spot, soothing out the stinging. The wet warmth of her tongue left you panting for more of her.

“Make love to me, Hel.”