“So soft,” he murmured near my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Veer is blind soon.” Listening to his what’s my nipple get pop out. His breath catches, a sharp intake of air that stalls againdt the back of your neck. His heavy hand freeze on your waist, fingers twitching slightly at the visual evidence of his words pressing through your thin robe . “God,” he breathes out, the single word rough and stripped of and paternal restraint. “ Veer doesn’t deserve this,