NOLA
He found the lace of my bra, his thumb flicking over the edge of the fabric, and I let out a whimper that was half protest and half plea. He was so large, so overwhelming, his body pinning mine against the desk with a strength that was both frightening and intoxicating. I could feel the hard, heavy weight of his arousal against me, a silent testament to the rut that was still simmering just below the surface of his skin.
He pulled the sweater up, baring my shoulders to the cold air of the vault, but I didn't feel the chill. I only felt him. He looked at me then, his eyes glowing with that unmistakable gold, his nostrils flaring as he took in my scent. He looked like a predator, but the way he touched me was so full of a tortured kind of reverence that it made my heart ache.
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