Latent: [A Werewolf Romance]
He slowly leaned in and rasped beside my ear, "Do my words turn you on?"
Frantically I shook my head. "O-of course not."
A harsh chuckle. In a silky tone, he asked, "If I were to slide my fingers into your p*ssy, would I find it dry?" Then he whispered, "Or wet, hot and throbbing for my c*ck?"
My breaths laboured, my thoughts starting to turn hazy, I watched as his other hand rose to rest beside my bre*st, not touching it. The heat from his hand seeped into my flesh, making the buds tighten.