Chapter 40 Heat In The Hollow Ii
- His breath hitched ragged and loud as I leaned against him, my legs still shaky from the orgasm he’d licked out of me. He was trembling—no, shaking—his massive chest rising and falling in stuttering gasps. His clawed fingers flexed and curled like he was holding something back.
- “Please,” he whispered again, voice breaking. “Let me inside. I—can’t—breathe.”
- I nodded, too wrecked to speak.