Emily’s POV.
The moment my hands wrapped around him, a growl tore from his lips.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. My hand felt so small against the sheer size of him, trembling as I held and felt him. He was warm and impossibly hard, yet the skin of his shaft was so soft like velvet.
I dared to glance up at him and his head was thrown back, his lips parted as he sucked in shallow breaths. The air between us thickened, the room narrowing just to the two of us as I began to explore the length of him, Leia’s teaching flashing the back of my mind.
“Emily, you’re playing with fire,” he groaned, and I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips as I stroked him.
“Maybe I want to get burned,” I teased, my fingers brushing the base of his hard length. He lowered his head and our gaz
