Description
Alexander has ditched the towel completely, now half-standing and half-leaning against the far bedroom wall with the end of the bed partially blocking his bare legs. The rest of him, though - all taught, tanned muscle sprinkled with left over water from the bath - is in perfect view of me. I can't seem to pull my gaze away as his fist pumps up and down his impressive length in a smooth rhythm, and the muscle in my chest pounds and throbs against my lungs, making me breathless as I practically pant at the sight of this god-like man before me. The ink on his forearm flashes into view with each motion, too fast and far away to read clearly. He chest heaves, mirroring mine. Or maybe, mine mirrors his. It's an effort to yank my gaze up long enough to see his face, but it's worth it as I see the look of pure pleasure residing there - lashes lowered, mouth slightly open. I can just imagine the groans and moans that fall from those lips so seductively as his body rolls with the movement of his hand. His teeth clamp down on his lower lip as if to stifle any noise, but soon release as his mouth forms a word like looks suspiciously like 'fuck.' Those green eyes, partially hidden by his dark eyelashes, never leave my body as he jerks himself off to my naked profile. **Alpha werewolf romance **Mature Content** 18+ ** SMUT, substance abuse, language**
Author's Note
