Rama smiled coyly as she answered, "Yes, I'd love to."
Draco grinned, flashing her a side look, eyes glinting with naughty thoughts. Slowly, while maintaining their eye contact, he unbuttoned his shirt, each undone button paving the way to the sight of his hard, taut chest down to his flawlessly sculpted abs.
Peeling the shirt off his body, his beautiful biceps in his powerful, sinewy arms flexed and wriggled with a sinister yet magnifying energy.
The dragon tattoo inked all over his broad, muscular back came to her sight and she sighed in a dazed lustful state, swallowing softly at the inexplicable things he was doing to her without even touching a strand of her hair.
Every ink climbing over the ridges of the hard muscles adorning his back stimulated a heated sensation crawling through her feverish skin.
