~Rowan’s Point of View~
I dash to the stairs near him, absolutely hating that while I can move fast, I’m not capable of levitating. It pisses me off greatly, because there’s little I can’t do.
The male c***s his head to the side a bit, taking me in. I do the same now that I’m closer, and when my eyes rake over his body, my c**k literally twitches. It catches me off guard, it's absolutely been dormant for years. I don’t even pleasure myself anymore, just taking satisfaction from my work.
And my d**k likes … a male? That can’t be right!
But my eyes want to soak him in, his hair is long enough to fall over his ice blue eyes, his rugged square jawline, his high cheeks and pert red lips. When his tongue darts out over them, something flutters in my gut. Am I really checking out a f*****g g
