Chapter 82 She's Not A Submissive She-wolf In Sex

• Moans came from Priscilla's mouth barely covered by his hand. The stimulation of her body, plus the pheromones, plus the heat wouldn't let her think. Every area where Layan touched, where he licked, where he bit was like a nerve fiber and that to some extent frightened her, but she was so immersed in the pleasure and the need to be filled that she could barely notice it.
• Two tears ran down her eyes and were soon licked from the side of them. Layan towered over her releasing one of her nipples and kissed her forehead.
• “Why are you crying so early my she-wolf," he bit the tip of her nose again and left a tender kiss on her lips, "We haven't even entered the best part yet," he smiled at her in comfort.