Fauna's heart soared as she positioned herself on the bed. Her knees sunk into the soft mattress and her ass was stuck out as high as she could possibly push it out.
She could feel Anya's glare boring into her side, but it barely registered.
All that mattered was the sound of Mika's breathing behind her, the weight of his gaze on her exposed flesh, and the knowledge that he was finally going to take her.
'This is wrong.' A voice whispered in the back of her mind. 'He's your son. You carried him. You nursed him. You watched him take his first steps.'
But another voice, louder and more desperate, drowned it out.
'And now I want to watch him take me!'
"Look at you..."
Mika's voice came from behind, low and rough, sending shivers cascading down her spine like electric current.
"On your hands and knees. Presenting yourself to your own son like a bitch in heat."
Fauna's cheeks flushed, but she didn't look back. She couldn't. If she saw his face, she might break.
