Chapter 116

"Wolfaraine...!" She gasped, shocked and embarrassing.

He turned her to face him then and stepped back. He nodded and crossed his arm over his wide chest, "It was sexy as hell, seeing you moan while pleasuring yourself and thinking of me. So, I want to watch you do it for me now."

"But, I can't—"

"You can." He drawled seductively, "Touch yourself for me, Ismena."

Like she'd received a compulsive command from the supernatural God of Sex himself, Ismena found herself automatically giving in to him. She was so aroused, she knows it wouldn't take much from him and she'll come.

Her face was all shades of blush as her trembling hand moved on its own accord to her belly where it rested for a moment. Then, it began moving down...down...down... Her eyes closed.

"No. I want you to look at me."

Her eyes snapped open and settled on his hard, chiseled, handsome-like-the-devil-but-never-smiling face. Although it remained unreadable, but the intense look in his blue eyes screamed banked-up desire.