Page 73 of Owned By the Hvrok

Found that soft, aching place between her legs.

He pressed against her, just enough to make her breath stutter and her chest rise.

How does he know?

How could a being like him—silent, faceless, from another world—know exactly what would unravel her?

His fingers didn’t fumble. Didn’t hesitate.

He touched her like heknewher. Like he’d studied the fragile art of pleasure and applied it with absolute precision.

And her body…

Betrayed her completely.

Sylvia closed her eyes and gasped.

Heat unfurled inside her, coiling low in her belly, seeping into her limbs. Her skin tingled beneath the dress. Her nipples peaked, already sensitive from his earlier touch. She clenched the fur coat tighter around herself, half a shield, half an anchor.

But nothing could ground her now.

Not whenpure powerwas touching her like this, so gently it made her tremble.

She went still.

Completely still.

Caught in a state of suspended anticipation.

Pleasure.

Mind gone blank.

The howl of the wind outside faded. The black glass of the cockpit vanished from her awareness. There was nothing left in the universe but the heat of his fingers, the slow, unbearable drag of his palm as he slid her dress higher, higher?—

From the hem that circled her knees.

The fabric shifted like water, responding to his hands as if summoned. It lifted, baring her thighs to the air.

And still, he said nothing.

Made no sound.

Just held her.

Touched her.

Possessed her in silence.

What the fuck is this? What the fuck am I doing?

God, this was like a dream. A nightmare and a euphoric reverie.

His hands—six-fingered, she reminded herself in a dizzy kind of clarity—slid up her bare thighs.

Bare.

Because she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the strange, clinging dress. No underwear. No protection. Nothing between her andhimbut a single breath of air and a line she hadn't even noticed herself crossing.

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