Oh, my gold. Just as she’d feared, Thronos had turned irresistible. His kiss had made her toes curl. He was a natural, which made her marvel what else he’d be a herbal at. Even his exploration of her—weird as it was—was turning her on. The notion of that deadly talon caressing her so gently messed with her mind. His wings had as soon as been a symbol of her fear. How perverse was once she if she bought off on this? Maybe she appreciated perverse? Her n*****s had been pouting for attention—which he appeared decided now not to give. Was he never going to put his hands on her? She understood his predicament; he feared coming too quickly. After such a lengthy wait, who may want to blame him? Eyes ablaze with l**t—and intent—he diminished his wing, circling her navel. Surely he wouldn’t go lowe
