“Take this off,” she whispered, trailing the edges of my sleeves with her fingernails. I shuddered and obeyed without a word, reaching over my head and shucking the shirt.
She was weaving some kind of spell with pure s****l energy, and I was powerless to break it as she ran her nails lightly over my chest and down my stomach. They caught on the ridges of my abs, and I sucked in a breath, the tiny hint of pain making me rock harder into her touch.
I wanted it all. I wanted her to claim me as badly as I wanted to lay my own claim on her. When she got to the waistband of my jeans, she flicked open the button with ease and carefully lowered the zipper. She had them off my hips in a second, and I hissed with relief as my c**k tried to punch its way through my boxer briefs.
“Look at you, poor
