Sienna POV
The tiny, fading voice of logic and reason in the back of my brain melted away as I climbed over his spread, muscular thighs and shoved myself on his lap. My eyes widened with surprise when a low groan rolled out from deep inside him and it wasn’t from pain. No. It was from pleasure. His d**k was rock hard in his jeans- and I had just sat on it. It was hard to miss. The feeling of it beneath me sent my pulse rocketing.
I couldn’t prevent the delicious sensation it awakened in every nerve ending in my body, setting fire to the burning need in my veins. I knew it was the potion. I knew it, yet I didn’t care. When I looked at him, all I saw was a s*x god. An insanely handsome man who I just had to touch, smell, taste. No, he was more than handsome. He was otherworldly. Created by
