{MICHAEL}
My chest swells with primal satisfaction as her gaze slowly drags over my bare flesh. The tips of her ears and her entire face flush red, embarrassment clear as day, but she can't seem to stop herself from checking me out.
Her gaze drops to my cock—already hardening for her—and she jerks her head up so fast it's a miracle she doesn't snap her neck, a mortified look warring with the dangerous curiosity in her expression.
"See something you like?" I smirk, executing a slow turn that's meant to tease her but really gives me a moment to wrestle back some control. I thought I'd gotten a handle on my body's reaction to her in my time alone disposing of that asshole's corpse, but apparently not. One look from her and I'm ready to combust. When I face her again, her golden eyes are as wide as saucers. "Your tattoos… They're everywhere," she breathes, taking an unconscious step towards me. Every muscle in my body screams to close the distance, but I force myself to remain still,
