Natasha held his gaze. Watching him look at her like she was the most important thing in his life. Maybe she was at this point.

Her lips formed into a smirk when she noticed the twitch of his d**k hidden inside the blue joggers he had on.

The air smelled of his ar*usal and she wondered how long it would take to get through this guy and feed from him. Two minutes? Three minutes? Probably even one minute? He was already too h*rny and she wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that he had already come on his pants.

She took a slow and subtle step forward, taking her...