Roxanna kissed Calen again and again, but no matter how many kisses she gave him, he still did not seem satisfied.
If anything, he only seemed to want more.
Outside the hut, the sun had already turned a warm shade of orange. Evening was quickly approaching, and Roxanna had a feeling that it would not be long before one of her husbands came looking for them and called them back for dinner.
"I don't think they won't wake us up if we pretend to be asleep," Calen murmured between their kisses.
Roxanna almost laughed at how serious he sounded about their little plan.
His hands had already wandered over her body, slowly pushing her clothes up to her waist before settling on her thighs. His fingers gently squeezed them as he pulled her closer.
"Then what should we do?" Roxanna asked, her face growing warmer.
She was still lying on top of him, which should have made it look like she was the one in control. Yet somehow, Calen was still the one taking the lead.
