Nova Peak Savage Daughter

This tickled even worse. Unlike before, the press of his teeth now was slower and more deliberate. Masquerade didn’t pull away as quickly this time. Her whole body shuddered as peculiar feelings raced through her. Eventually, she was so overstimulated, she had no choice but to remove her feet.

She rolled onto her side, then righted herself. There was a space of a foot or so between them now. Masque did not close it right away. She took a moment to collect herself, smooth her metaphorical petticoats. When the restiveness passed, she then wormed her way into the crook of Riley’s neck and settled there with a happy sigh.

She meant to say something—she wasn’t entirely certain what, just some sweet nothing—but the rise and fall of Riley’s chest lulled her to sleep before Masquerade was even aware she was falling.