"Want to try me?" Bastian growled, slowly regaining control over his body. "I think it goes that way around."
He got up, in those clothes already covered in the blood of the sea serpent, and pushed Anasta's head down.
She gave him a wicked look.
"You think you can handle me?" she asked.
"No more talking," Bastian said and took his shirt off as quickly as he could. She was undressing herself as well.
Her breasts…he had seen them before, but he had not been paying them enough attention. The shade of her nubs was a strangely cheery cool pink, which matched her skin tone. Those nubs were already looking hardened by the immense mutual attraction that was now practically sizzling in the air.
He helped her unbuckle the numerous straps of her leather skirt.
