(Arata)
First brandy and now soup, Karsten was taking this to the next level. I wouldn't lie, but these were the experiences missing from my life. And with every intimate action of his, Karsten made me fall deeper for him.
Slowly, the hot soup trickled down my throat, mixed with his taste, it was heavenly.
"Even more delicious from your mouth, Blue Rose." Karsten winked as he pulled slightly back, stroking my cheek with the rough surface of his thumb.
Every part of me burned, and I wanted to jump into his lap. The way his inky eyes raked over me, had heat pumping through my body.
I didn't need any damn soup or warm clothes, his heated gaze was enough.
Will he flatten me against the table if I just claim his desirable lips?
The perverted questions circled my head.
'Don't. Behave.' I had to remind myself and nip these urges.
Why did he have such a magical mouth?
Never had I lost control like that in front of a man.
