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He stared straight ahead, clenching his jaw as he desperately tried to keep his eyes off the way the tight emerald silk molded ruthlessly to the heavy, heaving swell of her breasts, or how the high cut hemline made her thick thighs look maddeningly, achingly begging to be gripped.
A hot, dry gulp hitched in his throat, his restraint finally fraying to a thread.
"What are you planning?" he muttered, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly growl that vibrated with suppressed heat.
Haetsal turned her head "What do you mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean," he rasped, his dark, feral gaze locking onto hers.
"If you don't cover yourself right now, I'm going to tear this dress straight off your body and ruin you right here."
𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐠 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭