Asher Nightshade never took his eyes off her as they walked back to the bedroom. His gaze was fixed on her with such smoldering intensity that her core throbbed in response, and Violet had to clench her thighs tighter just to ease the ache building inside her.
She almost came on the spot.
Violet was so wet and sensitive, that the slightest movement threatened to push her over the edge. And if Asher kept looking at her like that any longer, she might actually combust.
They finally made it to the room, and he placed her halfway onto the bed, her feet touching the ground. Then he straightened, and Violet peered up to see that the tearing sound she had heard earlier had been him ripping his own pants in his impatience to get to her. Now they hung in tatters around him.
Her impatient savage.
