Kaida

I must have gone insane.

Kai was pleasuring me, and I was allowing it, gripping his shoulders as if they were a lifeline while his fingers thrust into my sex.

This was the same finger that had, hours before, brought his mistress to rapture in the woods. The memory of his mouth, stained with her essence, when our gazes had met, slammed into me.

My moans ceased, as if doused by a bucket of icy water, a fire extinguished. I pushed him away with all the force I could muster, grunting ...