An excerpt for adults only! Marcus unfolds his arms and reaches out a slow, cautious hand. Lillybelle stays resolutely still as two of his fingertips touch her face, gentle. He’s very careful with her, and they barely graze her skin. Each fingertip is big enough to wrap her hand around. She shivers and bites her lip. Oh, this is such a bad idea. “You’re so small,” Marcus marvels. His fingertips trail farther down, across her collarbone and the small curve of her breast, over her hip and down her long legs. His hands are big enough to wrap around her waist; his thumbs are as thick as her thighs. Her pussy is still wet, and it throbs with need as he runs a feather-light touch over the gauzy curve of her wing. She stifles a groan. He seems just as fascinated with her as she is with him. Marcus leans over her to get a better look at the place where her wings join her shoulderblades, and he’s close enough that she can feel the heat coming off his skin and see the soft texture of his lip. She stands up on her tiptoes and kisses the corner of his mouth. He looks down at her, startled, and then looks like he’s considering how to kiss her back.
