As delightful as
Amelia Ryan’s flesh felt, it wasn’t so much her body that gave the Dramok
pause. It was that sweet vulnerability
in the Earther’s eyes, that instant submission that too few women enjoyed. Kalquorians, male and female alike, were
mostly alpha creatures, dominant in some form or another. The way Amelia Ryan had melted against
Rajhir, had surrendered so beautifully as her heart thundered wildly in her
chest ... it had made him hard in an instant.
It had also given rise to an almost instinctual urge to take control and
care for her to the best of his ability.
The little
enchantress was still weaving her spell over him, even halfway across the
room. Rajhir drank in the sight of her
flesh glowing in the amber light. He
thought of how his brown hand had looked in contrast to the golden mounds of
her breasts and the pink of her nipples.
He couldn’t wait to touch her burning skin again. Soon,
he promised himself. Tonight, if
possible. To bury his dark flesh in her
pale sweetness, to let her tender, soft flesh enclose him, consume him...
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