Chapter Twelve
She wanted him to stop.
He was a second away from burying himself in her tight, slick warmth, and Emily wanted him to stop.
For a second, Zaron wasn’t sure if he would be able to comply. She was lying spread beneath him, her soft, sleek body flushed with arousal and her heated scent enflaming his senses. Her deliciously round breasts were bared to his gaze, the n*****s sticking up like ripe berries, and her pulse throbbed in the side of her neck, reminding him of the liquid ecstasy running through her veins. He could feel her slim thighs quivering with tension on the sides of his hips. One thrust, and he would have her. One thrust, and he would be deep inside her, satisfying the need raging through him. His c**k was painfully hard, aching for her, and his body warred with
