Ty felt a shiver run down his spine as she slid down his body, her lips brushing against his chest, her fingers trailing along his skin. She paused at his waist, her eyes meeting his, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Win the tournament," she whispered, her voice low and sultry, "and every wish you have will come true."
Her lips pressed against the bulge in his trousers, her breath hot against him. Ty's entire body tensed, his breath catching in his throat. He could feel her fingers working at his waistband, her eyes never leaving his, her gaze challenging. He struggled against the bindings, his muscles straining, his mind racing. He had to stay focused, had to keep his head clear, but the way she touched him, the way her eyes bore into his—it was almost too much.
