Talia's mind was spinning.
Damon's firm chest was sticking to her back, his hands roamed over her body, his hot and hard rod was sliding in and out of her and creating friction that came with addictive sparks of their bond, and on top of all that, her own fingers massaged her clit, and she didn't want any of those sensations to stop.
And just when she thought that this can't get more scandalous, Damon gripped Talia's hip and pushed her body to curve forward, their torsos forming two crescents that were tightly snuggled into each other.
In that position, Talia could see the scene of Damon's shaft disappearing into her flesh and coming out repeatedly.
It was raw and embarrassing, but she couldn't stop staring and she even spread her legs further in order to get a better view.
Talia was not sure if Damon really moved so slowly or if her mind slowed it down for her to see the glistening of her juices on his shaft.
