SELF-CONSUMMATION IS DIRTY!
Enid moved from me, leaving a void in my soul, making me feel empty without his stoic frame against me.
I begged myself to recover from this unwelcoming arousal. I had never been this turned on in my entire life. I'd never felt I needed this deep inside of me.
My lips quivered, and my teeth sank into my tongue, hoping the pain would soothe my flaming body as my eyes helplessly watched Enid.
I was unable to mask my needs now that I had felt a little bit of him. Now his scent plagued my body. I wanted him more than I ever wanted anything.
It was our mate bond. How come he was not feeling the same way?
His claps brought my focus to his face. He clapped and snapped his fingers at me, gesturing to the abandoned box on the floor a few spaces away.
"Get to it. Stop acting weird."