Though Duncan knew that Aiyana would experience pleasure from almost anything under the effects of a lust spell, the witch still felt the need to be tender with her; to take his time and let her body build to release. Of course, he wasn’t completely taking into account the fact that she was damn near there anyway. At her request, he rubbed across her once more before his hand skimmed higher to slip beneath the lace.
As his skin trailed across her, Duncan himself felt a tug of desire so strong that he had to close his eyes in an attempt to collect himself. Dear Goddess, she was so hot and wet. Spreading her folds open, his fingers took her moistness and began to slowly brush that swollen bundle of nerves hidden like a gem. He couldn’t disguise his own desire; it would be evident in his eyes. As he slipped one finger inside of her, Duncan peered into whiskey orbs and said huskily, “Kiss me.”