Slowly, Madeleine’s trembling subsided, and she sank back down into the couch with a moan. “Oh, my G…gosh.” Then she grunted, propped herself up on her elbows, and looked down the length of her body with widening eyes. “Oh my gosh. What…”

Hæra grinned and held up her wet fingers and hand. “Nicely done.”

Madeleine put her hand over her mouth. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—what is that?”

“A compliment.” To prove it, Hæra licked her fingers. Delicious. “It’s a sexual response that means you came extremely hard.”

“Oh. I, uh, I’ve never heard of…” Madeleine pushed her hair out of her face with a shaking hand. “I made a mess.”

She had. The wetness was on the couch cushions too. But cushions could be cleaned, and Hæra had no interest in stopping now for a bit of housekeeping. “Then let’s move to the bedroom.”

Madeleine looked dizzy. “But I…”

Hæra rose to her feet and looked down upon Madeleine’s body, sprawled naked on the couch. Her pale skin was flushed red, a sheen of sweat over her breasts and belly. Beads of moisture gathered on the dark hair between her legs. Her magnificent breasts rose and fell quickly, even as she got her breath back.

Then she looked into Madeleine’s eyes. She couldn’t know what her own expression was, but whatever it was, it stopped Madeleine in her tracks and made her mouth softly open.

“My turn, now,” Hæra said softly, and bent down.

Madeleine slid her arms around Hæra’s neck and rested meekly in her arms as she was carried to bed. That was the last of her meekness, though. By the time Hæra was naked too, it was her turn to cry out as Madeleine licked between her legs, hungry and eager. She’d been hesitant about this at first but had insisted on trying, and now she couldn’t seem to get enough of it, said she loved Hæra’s taste and texture, loved bringing her pleasure.

Yes, it was a pleasure indeed to be devoured. Who could have known it?

Afterward, while Hæra’s thighs were still shaking, Madeleine surged over her like a wave. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Was that good?” she panted.

For answer, Hæra hauled Madeleine into her arms, rolled her on her back, and kissed her wet mouth. “Better. I love when you taste me, my Madeleine.”

The possessive escaped her before she could stop it. Beneath her, Madeleine’s breath hitched, which meant she’d noticed it too. Hæra held her own breath.

After a second, Madeleine whispered, “Glad to hear it…my Hæra.”

Hæra gasped. She propped herself up on her elbows so she could get a better look at Madeleine’s face. “Yes. I am yours. Do you understand it?” Finally?