Page 275 of Volik

Keeping one arm around my waist, he drags the front of my tank top down.

Volik groans as he palms my breast with his hot hand.

Pants were the practical choice, but the feel of his hard cock so close to where I want him makes me wish for a skirt.

“Volik.” I arch against him and start to reach back.

He nips my ear. “Keep those hands out.”

My core clenches.

“Good little Mate.” Volik pinches my nipple.

I moan.

My hands move.

I need to touch him.

Volik tsks.

Rope-like shadows of Volik’s gravito slide over my shoulders, twist around my arms, circle my wrists, and pull my arms out straight.

Volik slides his hand over to my other breast.

Something tweaks my other nipple.

I tip my head forward. And I see another one of his tendrils of gravito twist around my nipple.

“Holy.” I press my ass back into Volik.

“Do not rush me.”

The man and the magic tug on both nipples at the same time.

“Oh… Gods…”

My heart jumps.

“Do not hold back.” His voice vibrates against my skin. “Let me feel how worked up you are.”

Volik, the man, lets go of me.

But I don’t move.

His gravito is twisted around both legs, my stomach.

It’s still flicking at my breasts.

Volik hums. And my knees start to bend.

The gravito pulls me down until I’m kneeling. Until I’m bent at the waist.

My hands, held in front of me, press into the earth.

But the gravito doesn’t leave. It stays wrapped around me.

And then I hear Volik lower his zipper.