He felt like he was losing his words as he filled Zen with these unbridled thoughts.
That longing materialized and flared between them the heat tingling across their skin.
Lithe's body off of its own accord recovered quickly as he was still experiencing the lingering effects of his first heat in a long time.
Having recovered Lithe's body was now swollen with need, Zen's fluid mixed with his own he was just dripping wetness between his thighs.
As if beckoning Zen he arched his back, his puckered nipples ached with the need to be touched.
His thirst for Zen was a desire to be quenched, and he embraced it all, loving every second of this new side to him.
Zen had busted through the door to his self control and now this wanton side of him was on the prowl.
It felt like Zen read his mind when his lips descended once more, their tongues became entangled and they tasted each other.
