Wickedly Dangerous - Part【2】

This soaring libidinous tension that awakens between us every time we come into contact, can he sense it as well? Does it immobilize him as it does to me?

The tip of his nose gently nudges the nape of my neck as he drinks in my scent, yet I cannot see anything just solely feel and this makes it even more palatable. The way his grip on my waist toughens, the way his breathing shifts to one of a perverse slowness and the way he sensually thrusts his hips into mine in synchronization with Asger's gallops. I knowingly entered the beast's den once more, I shall be devoured.

"P-Phobos," I whine softly. I wished to enjoy the ride but this is more pleasing. Our bodies clash as one deliciously his hands lingering on my quivering flesh. Ecstacy. He makes me feel naughty, as though I am an immoral siren luring her male.

"Hush." He whispers avidly in my right ear nibbling at my ear lobe his voice rumbling and hoarse his app