Within reach was his lean, hard waist.
This man's body was sinfully good.
Eva Nightingale was kissed until her eyes went hazy; she didn't even know who she was anymore. She took the initiative to offer herself up, twining around his waist, letting out muffled moans in his arms!
The kiss was too sudden, but it hit right on target. She didn't have a shred of chance to refuse; in the end she was even clinging to him on her own, refusing to let go.
Rough, heavy brea--thing--spread through the luxurious, spacious room.
Even the air turned a whole lot more steamy and suggestive.
"Don't… like this… you're still injured!"
Her body had gone weak as she spoke.
"Hm?" He stopped, the corner of his lips hooking into a wicked curve, his gaze blazing as it locked onto her slightly swollen, reddened little mouth.
Heat pooled low in her belly, hot as hell!
