“You little devilish minx…you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” His hand slid down her side, nails grazing her skin with a featherlight touch, inches shy of her breasts. “Of course you are. My magic has intoxicated you.” The soft shh of fabric tearing reached her ears as his claws cut through the delicate material of her robe. “I’d rip you to shreds if I could.” Despite his menacing words, a soft moan carried his tone. “Piece…by piece.”
“Sounds like…you’ve got a dilemma…on your hands,” Alysa panted, slowly undulating beneath him, daring him to take their dangerous game to the next level.
More! I want more.
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