Chapter 42 Forty One

• Lena's hands went to her mouth as she watched Thane thrust harder while Bridget struggled to keep her moans in a whimper. She dragged her nails over his chest, lightly raking the scars on his skin.
• Thane groaned in response, his fingers finding their way to the gap between her legs, caressing her clit.
• “Fuck,” Bridget moaned, biting her lips as her fingers ran through her hair, unable to contain the amount of pleasure she was feeling.