Warning! A little steamy scene ahead. Don't worry there's no rape here!
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Aisha's mouth fell open as her hands flew to her chest. Her heart galloped like horses running in a race to win the first prize.
She gazed at Lord Lycano's devilishly handsome face which was so near hers, she could hear every thump of his heart.
The smooth velvet skin of her arms could feel the roughness of his as her nose smell his manly scent mixed with his supernatural side scent.
With their position, the creamy part of her slender neck was so exposed that one wrong word will provoke the beast in him to take a bite.
As she recalled, werewolves always have a murderous instinct within them. She just didn't know if it was also the case with Lord Lycano. She gazed at his dark crimson eyes.
Or was it lust? She felt his hard manhood on her thighs.
Alarmed, Aisha quickly tilted her head away and uttered, "Forgive me, my Lord."
