Freya
“Then you’re asking to be burned,” he growls, his eyes blazing with a dangerous mix of desire and warning.
His enormous hands clutch at my waist, his grip tightening momentarily before he releases me again. He’s fighting the urge to take back control, I can tell. But I refuse to give in so easily, not after seeing him lose himself like this.
With a playful smirk, I start moving on him again, slow and deep. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. His deep growls fill the room, getting louder with each passing moment. The sound is primal and carnal, stirring my wild side.
His brows furrow as he watches me, his demonic eyes glowing brighter than ever. “Freya,” he murmurs again, but there is no authority in his voice this time. It’s helpless, desperate even – a soun
