She took one step
away from the men when a hand slipped around her waist. Before she realized
what was happening, Rajhir pulled her backwards and held her against himself. She
gasped as the hard muscles of his thighs, abdomen, and chest pressed against
her from behind.
Flencik and Breft
moved to surround Amelia, blocking her from the view of the other guests. She
stood frozen in shock. Rajhir’s hand flattened against her slender belly, his
touch hot against the exposed skin. The heat went straight to her sex, making
her gasp.
The Dramok pinned
her against his body so she couldn’t pull away. His other hand stroked her
throat with a feather touch. It drifted down, sliding over one round breast and
cupping it. His forefinger and thumb massaged the tip of her nipple. The sensitive
flesh hardened into a hungry nub and strained against the thin material of her
gown. The heat of his touch shot from her breast in a lightning bolt to her
sex.
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