A strong body pressed up behind her, and Aurelia Shaw's breath was slightly labored, but she didn't think much of it; the two were in close combat training.
Mason Nightshade fought with her while correcting her shortcomings, his hot breath spraying on her ear. Listening to her rapid, slight panting, he felt like the tight string inside him was about to snap.
Even her sweat seemed to carry the unique fragrance of a young girl.
Mason's eyes were a dark red. It took every ounce of self-restraint not to pin her down and do something outrageous.
This was torture for him.
The woman was right in his arms, their hands and feet touching, occasionally their skin would meet. It was more torturous than just pinning her to the bed and getting it over with.
Because he could only look, not taste.
No... not just look, he could touch, though it wasn't that kind of touch. The occasional collision was driving the beast inside him to the brink of breaking free.
