"My love," Xeon exhaled, his abdomen hurting as he struggled to fight the overwhelming need to take this lady to his bed and never let her leave.
Her quiet giggle floated over his shoulders, her fingertips skimming down to play at his pants' waistline. He stared at her, who was happy with her passion. He needed to do a lot of papers but couldn't get his thoughts off her long legs huddled under her or his mind off his manhood. Every time he glanced at her, his balls constricted. I should have remained in prison, he thought.
"You're flashing your fangs, prince of darkness," she grumbled.
His eyes widened as he stretched out to grab her shoulders, taking care not to dig into her fragile flesh.
"And you're engaging in a dangerous game, witch."
"Should I be concerned?"
"Yeah," he hissed,
