Scars of the Survivor

POV: ZORAN

The intoxicating, thick scent of her undeniable sexual arousal shattered my frail self-control. That delicious little moan had left her lips and sent a spike of raw, blistering heat straight to my groin. Thank the goddess for baggy pants and tight boxers. I needed to get away before I did something feral right there in the open. I could not stand there and pretend my blood was not boil