Sophia had known that she pulled the first punch when she stripped off her swimsuit in front of Luca, but she wasn't expecting his response to be so aggressive.
As she stared down at him with her green eyes wide and hands on his shoulders to stabilize herself, she bit the inside of her lip.
"Your rut is really almost here, isn't it?" Sophia asked quietly.
His hands left her waist and he cupped the underside of her breasts so his fingers would avoid the sticky dessert that covered her skin. As he pressed her soft mounds together, he licked the top of one.
"Why?" he asked. "Do you not like how I'm acting?"
His thumbs brushed across her already hardened peaks and Sophia gasped.
"Th-that's not what I was saying," she mustered up.
