The Alpha's Dragon
The Sirens’ song wasn’t pleasure, it was a cage closing around their senses.
With a tremendous effort of will, he pulled away from Valia, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Valia," his said, voice rough as he struggled to regain control. "The music is eating away at our senses, it's trying to control us."
Valia blinked, the fog of desire still very evident in her gaze as she moaned.
He swallowed hard, his gaze trailing down her form, the untamed wildness in her eyes, the rise and fall of her chest. An allure smelted with ruin in a lava of pleasure, an unbearable vision of ecstasy he could not bring himself to look away from.
Bab Populer