"Please..." she moaned my name, her gaze flaring with an unusual, haunting golden glow.
I had no idea if she truly knew who I was; her scent was more overpowering than any female in heat I had ever encountered in my entire life.
"I need you... please," she said again, her voice thick with a mix of supplication and raw desire.
Her legs continued to rub together frantically, and suddenly, one of her hands reached out to my chest.
Shit. In that moment, she shifted, her legs parting slightly, and I could see the moisture glistening on her lace, soaking through the fabric.
"I want it so bad... please..." she repeated.
I was on the verge of pulling her hand away, but she gripped my arm with surprising strength and guided it toward her dress. With her other hand, she peeled the straps down
