She pleaded, but her words died a sudden death. His hand clamped over hers, sliding her palm past his navel, over the band of his trousers, and dipping right inside.
She barely had time to react before his thick, heavy cock sprang free from the confinement of his pants.
"Hicc...! ...?!"
Her breath hitched violently in her throat. The sterile, antiseptic air of the clinic was instantly overpowered by a thick, heavy musk—a pungent, intensely raw, and unapologetically male scent that seemed to flood her senses.
It was massive. The literal shadow of his hardened shaft fell across her flushed face—thick, aggressively veined, and flushed a dark, angry purple with heat. It twitched upward, bold and completely unashamed, hovering mere inches from her softly parted lips.
Seleyena's throat worked in a slow, highly visible gulp, the delicate skin of her slender neck pulling taut.
