There’s a stark difference between the man and the bond. The ways they move are nothing more than an echo of each other. I find myself desperate to know how far those differences go. Will they fuck differently too? Will he eat me out like Gryphon does, as though he’s a starved man who needs the taste of me to survive? “Yes, to all of it. I will give you everything you want and need, Bonded,” he murmurs into my ear, barely louder than the sound of my heart thumping in my chest as he walks us around to the other side of my monstrously huge bed.
