Mace released her hands, and she spread her fingers over her hot backside, gingerly crawling over her buttocks, letting only the fingertips graze the branded flesh. Long thin welts crisscrossed her ass, and she tentatively traced them as a blind person would Braille.
“What do we have here?” Mace’s voice was deeper and raspier, laced with sexual desire. It was then he slid his finger along the crease of her sex.
Kyleigh jumped, not expecting his intrusion—as shocking as it was, it indeed wasn’t undesired. She needed him, even though it galled her.
“You’re absolutely drenched, girl.”
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