FortyTwo

Ashira’s POV   My breath hitched when I felt his hand on the waistband of my jeans, teasingly tugging on it while his other hand gently squeezed on my thigh. My body temperature increased and I feel hot all over despite the cold shower I had. “Aiden…” “Hm?” he breathed on my hair. “Or I could just use my claw and make a slit right…here.” he trailed his fingers down the front of my jeans to where my throbbing womanhood were. “Oh!” I moaned silently when he dipped his finger right where my wet entrance is. I held on his arm and clutched on his biceps like that would stop him at all. I heard a deep grunt escaped his throat and that only meant he’s on his edge. I knew his patience was normally a short thread but when it comes to our physical interaction, it’s impossibly no thread to stop him. At all. Sounds of utensils cluttering at the kitchen made my senses shot up. I held his hand and pull it away from my aching folds. I saw that his claws are already out and my eyes widened from the re