“K-Kross,” I moaned, unable to look away from his blue eyes. I was drowning in them. “Sir…”

He groaned as he continued to move his tongue, his hands moving from my hips and grabbing my bottom, squeezing it tight, and I moaned softly.

I could feel pressure building, growing higher and higher, and soon my legs were shaking, my claws were crawling out and digging into the desk, breaking the wood. A fire ignited in Kross’s eyes, and I felt it burn through me.

The pressure broke, ...