Him.
“Damn.”
I was painfully hard, hard enough that I needed the coldest shower in the world and I had no one to blame but myself. My Emma is a fox and I should know better than to let myself get too close to the breaking point.
The shower was not working, I was still as hard as could be. The taste of Emma’s desire still lingered in my mouth, addicting and just waiting to be eaten up. I don’t know how long I can last without ravaging her.
I have always prided myself on my absolute control, but then Emma comes and I’m suddenly reduced to a panting dog trying to chase her senseless. She doesn’t deserve that. She deserves respect and to be treated better than any empress or mate. She needs patience and comfort.
The mere reminder of Emma’s worth seemed to finally calm my aching crotch.
