Sophia Mahoney
Her body feels overly tense, like a twisted rubber band stretched far beyond its limit and about to pop.
"This is too intense." She pants the words.
Aden cups her right breast then sucks on her left.
"Oh, God." She's not sure if it's the head injury, being outside in the open, or the anticipation of linking with him - taking him as her familiar - that has her on edge. But whatever it is, it's amplifying every raw emotion in her body.
"What do you want? Tell me." His fingers continue to stroke her, caress her to the point that she can barely sit still.
"Please. I want." A deep-seated ache burns through her, one she knows he can put out.
"Tell me what you want, or I will not let you come," Aden warns. He slips two fingers inside her trembling flesh.
"Aden, please." She arches her back.