Rain.
My heart is pounding too loud too fast in my ribs. All my words gone. All the fire I had a few seconds ago gone like smoke.
Rhysand is watching me with those darkened eyes. But I’m watching his hands. It’s not moving. It’s just there gripping his c**k.
And I get the overwhelming urge to see it move.
I want it to move. I want him to stroke it, to see it throb and I want to lick it, suck it and feel it throb in my throat.
Fuck…
My thighs clenches as desire rocks through my body.
Desire I shouldn’t be having. Desire I should be leaving at his door.
Rhysand spreads his legs in invitation, using one hand to hold the edge of the desk.
The sight sparks something in me, heats spreads in me and I can feel my mouth start to water.
Get a grip on yourself Rain.
Get a f*****g grip.
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