Book II - Ayla

“Runner knows you. Trust him and me. Grab the reins,” Rhobart said before handing the reins to Ayla.

Rhobart put his left hand under her tunic, his thumb brushed over her peak, while his right hand drew circles on her stomach. “Rho!” Ayla moaned when his hand went down, two fingers slowly circling and pressing her throbbing core. She felt as if she would melt. Pleasure started building in her lower stomach.

“Are you wet and ready for me, Ayla?” asked Rho, his voice coated with desire.

Oh, she was. Rhobart’s fingers kept moving, and his lips went up and down her neck. Tension kept building inside her body.

“Yes,” Ayla forced the word out of her mouth.

“Had you been wearing a dress, I would have ripped your undergarments, spun you around, and have you sit on my cock. I would have Runner gallop fast, and I would fuck you until we reached the rebel camp,” Rhobart said into her ear as his fingers moved faster. Rougher.

‘Oh, Gods!’ Ayla thought.

“Would you like that, t’xoria? To be fucked o