Chapter 81

That balance of sexual energy bouncing between them stayed constant, not overpowering but enough to send shivers up Nathan’s spine and make him feel close to climax with every new wave. He felt overheated with Sasha surrounding him, and wanted his shirt off desperately. He managed to get his hands down to the hem, where he gripped and lifted, tossing the article away.

Sasha purred, lunging down at Nathan’s more accessible neck to bite playfully, and bucked his hips so far forward that Nathan felt completely taken in, devoured.

“Fuck,” Nathan all but growled in reply.

Pulling back, Sasha gently touched a hand to the bandages on Nathan’s chest. Nathan might have felt flawed by the ugly welts beneath the gauze that would surely leave several scars, but Sasha looked at him, all of him, like there was nothing he would rather touch than what he was touching now, and Nathan felt beautiful.