8. Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
M av opened her eyes to the sight of Colette still kneeling between her legs, licking her fingers and moaning at the taste of Mav’s release. Mav nearly finished again at the sight.
She watched Colette, this beautiful woman she knew nothing about, and felt oddly close to her.
She did not often let anyone see her in a vulnerable state—she didn’t have that luxury—but this woman had seen her tied up and helpless, and was still looking at her as if she was the most magnificent being in all of Domhan na Rùin. It made Mav feel inexplicably safe.
“You taste as wonderful as you look, Mav. Are you still comfortable?”
Mav nodded.
“Good. The night is still young—are you ready for more?”
Mav nodded again as Colette’s tiny hot tongue lapped at her clit, and she was lost to the sensations in her body. She let go completely.
After what felt like an eternity of pleasure and too many orgasms to count, Mav’s whole world had narrowed to the feeling of the rope pressing into her fur. Colette had wrung her out.
When she looked toward the window, the light of early morning was just starting to play across the darkness. She needed to get back; she had a thief to catch.
“Well, my lion, are you satisfied?” Colette’s voice was raspy from a night without sleep.
“Mmm,” was all Mav could manage, and Colette chuckled slightly in response.
“You’ve been so good, I suppose I can untie you now.”
Colette’s fingers worked nimbly, and soon Mav shifted, her body somehow feeling stiff and incredibly loose all at once.
She stood, rising to her full height, and looked down at Colette. “Will I see you again?”
“Oh yes, Captain, you most certainly will.”