Keya's POV
Rhys smiled at me, shirtless, the tattoos curling up his skin like a sensual embrace.
The ink danced over his muscles, shifting with every breath, every movement, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was tall, lean... like an animal ready to claim its prey.
I was the prey. I didn't mind being his Prey. No, I craved it. I needed it.
"Little rabbit," He breathed, pulling me closer to him. My skin tingled with just that touch. It was everything. Too much. My system felt overloaded. Like it was this close to exploding.
His hands were firm against my skin, his voice all rough with promises in my ear. He said things that made my legs trembled, things I hadn't even thought of in the daytime. My legs shook. My p*ssy clenched. I needed... everything.
I could feel his breath i
