all “You said it was the mate’s job to soothe the beast,” I replied, sliding from the bed and crawling toward him. “And you said I could ride you, Dax. You promised me.”
Every line of his body was tense, taut with restless energy and need. He was like a male model, all defined, hard muscles. His broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist, a smattering of dark hair was between his brown n*****s and tapered to a thin line that went beneath the band of his pants. He didn’t have six-pack abs, but eight. He didn’t need body armor to be rock hard. And lower, God, lower, his c**k was like a hammer beneath the fabric of his pants. I physically ached to touch him, to feel the softness of his skin, the heat of it, the springy feel of his chest hair. The thickness of his c**k. The taste of it.
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