CRAVING THE WRONG MAN: DANGEROUS DESIRES BOOK 1
Good.
Emboldened, I slipped my hand inside, fingers wrapping around the thick, rigid length of his cock. He was rock hard, velvet-smooth skin stretched tight over steel, the head already slick with precum. A low groan rumbled from deep in his chest as I stroked him slowly, base to tip, savoring the way he twitched in my grip.
“Rhaena…” he groaned my name like a warning and a prayer all at once, his hips jerking involuntarily into my hand. Those green eyes darkened, the pupils blowing wide with lust.