He wondered if this was on purpose or her mind had truly blurred out by how dangerous this position was. Despite his instinct to bring his hands to her waist, he kept them curled into fists and burried into the bed.
"Donna."
The tip of her nose nuzzled against his scales as she sniffed them in. He shut his eyes momentary trying to recollect himself from the struggle he had within him. The blossoming need, the igniting desire.
No.
He must remain the logical one here.
"Donna, you have to stop---ah"
The sharp yanking of his hair backward stopped his words to a scratching halt, a groan that almost sounded like a moan slipping past his lips as something jolted in him.
He gulped, staring up at her with brown eyes that glinted with shock and surprise, his breath shaky with the lust that shot through his veins, straining with promising scandal against every restraint he was desperately trying to put forward.
What was she doing to him?
