Bela was biting her lip, her gaze flickering from his face to his open fly. He could feel the full length of his c**k—pulsing against the material of his pants. He was hard. Very hard, and the girl had never seen a male in full aching arousal. Zadris closed his eyes. She'd never seen a male close up—period. The minute he lowered his pants and his unruly d**k sprang out, she'd scream her pretty little head off and would never allow him near her.
Maybe Annani was right and she needed a little girl talk first?
Every dominant instinct in him rebelled against letting another take over. She needed to trust him, depend on him for everything.
He turned and lowered his pants to his knees at the same time he sank back down on the bed. He turned to look at her over his shoulder.
"I'm going to lie
