Horizon Ridge You need it so believe it

Like the spell of a witch, the woman's scent ensnared the man in her trap. Bound by sheer desire, the cardinal did not fight it, nor could he. The draw of sin was too enticing. He was in too deep to turn away. A shudder passed through his body as he breathed her in once again. His heart thrummed in his chest as he tried to lift a forelimb over her back, but she moved away before he could be granted purchase. A wanting whine slipped from his throat as he took another step forward. His need of her body more evident than ever.

She returned, turning her body to run her teeth gently through the fur of Hiram's cheek. With lips parting with a sigh, he shut his eyes and reveled in her touch. Soon, the man drew forward and pressed his lips along the scruff of her neck; his touch no longer playful, but tender, as he began to work his way down.