Andria's POV
He stepped closer, and with each step he took, my heart beat accelerated. Something about his movement and aura was all too sensual for me to handle.
He looked at me like a predator would look at his prey, like a Dravari would look at a vampire or a Lunara-blooded she-wolf, with so much desire in his eyes.
He continued drawing closer till the tip of his nose could touch mine, and there was almost no space between us.
I was on fire, a jittery mess, overcome by lust. How could he do these things to me, even without whispering any words?
His breath fanned my neck and face, causing the hairs on them to rise. "I can smell you so well, your heat, and it turns me on to know that you are this horny for me," he said, making sure the tip of his nose caressed my nose.
"Please stop, we are in the middle of the hallway, they will..." I started to say, but my words caught in my throat as my knees gave in to desire.
