Lust of a Dragon
I could feel the heat of his hands through the cotton, hungering for him to run his hands under the shirt.
His calloused fingers rubbed circles on my bare skin. A pang of pure lust vibrated through me, humming against my thighs. Helplessly, my torso pressed against his hand, needing to feel him closer.
As soon as I leaned myself closer, he pulled away, and every inch of me wept with desire, tightening within me like a wound-up spring needing to be set free.
"Elijah," Thane greeted as a man joined us at the desk. "Help my friend find some pieces that'll fit her, would you," he said in French.
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