“I gently pulled back a leather flap at the entrance and peeked inside. Two gray eyes stared back at me from less than a foot away. I yelped and stumbled back, but not before a quick hand reached through the opening and pulled me inside. “What are you doing here, Chavvah?” “I … uh.” His pure masculinity was an aphrodisiac. “Are you in pain?” Yes. Yes, I am. Pain from wanting you hardcore. I noticed he wore nothing but a loincloth, and his body was covered in swirls of light and dark clay that co...vered all of his skin, even his face. He leaned in close and sniffed me. Honest to heavens, took a long-ass whiff of my scent. “You don’t smell like you’re in pain.” He offered a feral grin. “You smell like desire.” “Don’t tell me I smell like desire.” He really threw me off-kilter. I wasn’t even making sense to myself. Two could play the sniffing insult game. I leaned forward and inhaled his scent. “You smell like…” Bergamot and spice and everything nice. “…like dirt.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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