Ninety-Two

Darius’s POV

Abandoning my coffee, I followed Dorian, his arousal becoming too much for either of us to ignore. Watching as Dorian presses himself against her on the wall, only for Bryony to shudder slightly, a pained gasp leaving her lips.

“What’s wrong?” Dorian asked, alarmed, wondering if he hurt her. Bryony leant forward against him before pulling a splintered off piece of wood out her should