Birthright

There was the physical pleasure, but more importantly, the insane mental turn-on of having Cian on his knees behind her. Rhiannon’s teeth snagged her lip and bit until it bled. She squeezed her eyes tighter closed and made a noise she’d never heard from herself before: a whimper. Legs flexed and widened the angle of her knees.

She reached back and grasped his right wrist. Nails cut deep.