He hovered over me, eyes burning through my top like it was nothing but tissue in his way.

His hands found the button of my jeans no fumbling, just a flick and a slow pull. The zipper came down with a purring zzzzzt, and he dragged the denim down my hips, over my thighs, until they bunched at my ankles.

He paused.

Panties clung to me soaked, nearly translucent, the damp patch clinging between my folds.

He exhaled through his nose, nostrils flaring as he stared, thumbs brushing just above the band. Then he slipped them down, slow, watching the wet fabric peel away with almost attention.

A growl vibrated...