There was barely any star in the sky. The night hung heavy and gloomy, the absence of the moon the only thing keeping my mood from souring further.
My eyes drifted to Darius.
His fingers rested loosely on the steering wheel, yet every turn sent the muscles in his forearm shifting beneath his skin. Faint veins appeared and disappeared with each movement. His gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, sharp and attentive, while the rest of him looked infuriatingly relaxed.
I looked away.
Then looked back again.
His long fingers held onto the wheel. They were huge and probably thrice bigger than mine.
I'd give anything to be under them instead of that wheel. It happened once, it can definitely happen again. My wolf purred
I nearly choked. What?? In your dreams..
Oh…you know we do worse in our dreams. And I'm very sure you didn't complain when you had his cock pressed deep inside—
I slapped my hand over my mouth in reflex, blocking the sound that almost escaped my throat.
