Every touch of his mouth ignited a fire in her belly, and she found herself leaning into him, craving more.
The scent of him—rich, masculine, and intoxicating—enveloped her senses, and it only made her desire for him stronger.
Her body reacted instinctively, heat pooling between her legs as she became more aware of her own arousal.
The wetness between her thighs grew as the ache in her core deepened, her body betraying the lust she had so long suppressed.
There was a hunger inside her now, an insatiable itch that only Nero could satisfy.
Her mind was consumed by thoughts of him, of his body, of the thick, throbbing length she had seen moments ago.
She wanted him—needed him—to ease the growing tension within her.
Her breathing quickened as her fingers instinctively reached out to touch his skin, trailing over the hard muscles of his chest, her touch light but desperate.
