Macon Forrester

The last woman I had kissed had been my wife. Centuries ago. I could barely remember what kissing Lya felt like, so much time had passed. But my whole body thrummed after kissing Serena. I had made her entire body glow, and I had felt her breasts pressed up against me, had made her known how ready she was to have me. I had done nothing but rub up against her. I could only imagine what it would be like when we were finally together. And now that I had kissed her, ...