KAZIEL
I linger in the shadows outside the orientation venue, the thump of music floating through the walls. Laughter, chatter, footsteps... all of it fades beneath the sound of her heartbeat. Even in a crowd, I can hear it. She's nervous.
Danika steps inside, her little black dress clinging to her body. She is temptation incarnate.
My jaw tightens as my eyes trail over every curve. The soft weight of her luscious breasts pressing against the neckline, the curve of her waist, and the thick thighs I ache to spread wide. My c**k throbs painfully, straining against my zipper until I can barely breathe.
What the f**k are you wearing, sweetheart...
I curse under my breath, dragging my hand over my mouth, fighting the urge to storm through the doors and tear that dress off her body. She fre
