Phei didn't give her a second to recover after her bold declaration.
His hands—strong... yet somehow still fucking gentle—hooked into the waistband of her soaked grey shorts and ripped them down in one savage yank.
The fabric peeled away from her skin with a lewd, wet schlick, clinging greedily to her thighs because of the thick rivers of her own arousal that had been dripping down them for the last hour.
She hadn't worn panties—of course the desperate little slut hadn't—and as the shorts tangled at her ankles, she kicked them off blindly, legs spreading again without being told, leaving her completely naked, utterly exposed under the unforgiving fluorescent lights of the empty gym.
He stepped back, chest still heaving, cock slick and heavy against his thigh, and just looked.
Those unnatural violet eyes—glowing faintly in the dimness, slits of pure predator—raked over her like he was memorizing every curve, every scar, every trembling inch.
