As she sat up, the blanket slipped off her back, revealing a large expanse of alabaster skin, her delicate butterfly bones enticingly visible.
Atlas Hallow lifted her and gently kissed her back, his tender kisses spreading bit by bit from her shoulders...
"Don't..." Charlotte Miller lightly struggled, his kisses felt different from before, and the man behind her spoke in a voice as low and rough as gravel scraping a millstone: "It's okay now..."
Initially, he was so cautious that he didn't even dare indulge himself a bit, but today he didn't want to hold back anymore.
His large hand slipped under the loosely draped blanket, slowly kneading her luscious curves: "Seems like they've gotten bigger..."
