Norman

　　She quivered with each brush of my lips. Her scent overwhelmed me. I could tell why the others were falling for her. And now? Now it was my turn. "Wider," I demanded, nipping at her thigh, sucking on the skin there. I'd leave a temporary mark for now. But after she was ripe and ready, I'd leave the mark that would claim her as mine. Even if I did have to share.

　　Her fingers wound into my hair, tugging at my braids, soft little whimpers pulled from her. ...