Chapter Eighteen

Annalia was never what you would call a sex siren. She liked sex. Loved it, in fact. She just wasn’t used to having good sex. At least, not with another person. But masturbation could only get a girl so far.

With Lance, all that changed. Her sexy, gorgeous Tiger watched her fondle and stroke her sex with greedy, hungry eyes. The second she gave him permission, he leapt across ten feet as if it were nothing, just to sink on all fours in front of her wide-open legs.

Lance knelt in front of her like a knight of old. Fuck, it was hot. He made her feel like some sort of deity to be worshipped. Annalia wasn’t done taunting him yet. She slid her cream-soaked hands to his mouth, and he licked them one at a time. His intense growl made her even more wet.

She was taunting him, daring him to act. Never had she been so bold, never with anyone else. She couldn’t even imagine it.