The air in the hidden row grew heavy, the scent of ancient parchment and dust mixing with the sudden, sharp heat radiating from the two girls on the floor.
"You're the only one who knows how to use it to ruin us, Sir," Madison whispered.
She didn't look away, her gaze locked onto his with a frightening level of transparency as her hand finally closed around him.
The moment her palm met the heat of his skin... thick, rock-solid, and pulsating with a slow, predatory rhythm... a broken, helpless moan escaped her throat.
"Umhh..." Her eyes fluttered shut, her head falling back as if the sheer tactile reality of him was enough to short-circuit her brain.
Her fingers tightened, tracing the warm, prominent veins.
"Just the touch of it... it makes me feel alive again."
She opened her eyes, looking up at him through her lashes, watching for any flicker of reaction as she began to move her hand with a slow, agonizingly deliberate friction.
