"No, I'm still tired..."
Arabella Vanderbilt's voice was still a bit hoarse, which made Joel Russo think inexplicably of her pleading under him last night, crying while begging for mercy in a soft and pleading tone.
His dark pupils dimmed slightly, a tightness forming in his throat, as if all his blood were boiling with heat and pooling into one singular place in his body.
Gently caressing Arabella's hair scattered on the pillow, he gazed at her with focused attention.
Once tasted, never forgotten.
Once touched, truly addictive.
After a deep, consuming kiss, using the last bit of his self-control, Joel Russo forced himself to release her soft, rosy lips. Then he lifted the quilt and carried her out from under it.
Arabella exclaimed in surprise, wrapping one arm around his neck, the other hand placed in front of herself, her face blushing.
"I... I'm still naked..."
While holding her and heading towards the bathroom, Joel Russo glanced down at her.
