As the effects of Lustfin finally took hold, Flynn lost all control. His body burned with an unbearable heat, and with Sharia there to stoke the flames, resisting became impossible.
"Just relax, Master. I'll take good care of you," she whispered, now completely naked.
"I—"
Flynn tried to speak, but his words were stolen the moment she pressed her lips against his. The sensation nearly shattered her own restraint. She had longed for this—for the chance to touch every inch of him, to kiss him as if her life depended on it.
For someone as hypersensitive as she was, the overwhelming pleasure sent her spiraling into depths of pleasure she had never imagined. Her cheeks flushed red, and her lustful eyes glanced at Flynn.
"Oh, Master," she moaned against his lips, her fingers slipping under his vest to caress his chest.
Her touch only made Flynn more hard.
