|| AZRAEL DE LUCA'S POV||

A gasp left her lips suddenly. My hand disappeared between the valley of her thighs. God! She was so wet for me.

Just from touch?

She looked drunk when I kept playing over her thighs. I hated to see her long exposed legs. So many fucking men kept looking at them. I wanted to see them alone for myself but she was born to rule the runway.

" Lu..Luca..", she whispered, giving me her 'please fuck me eyes'. She was so tempted yet she kept running away from her pleasure. I smirked, knowing how desperate she was for my cock. But I was here to...