At this point, Meera couldn't think straight when Dalton he rubbed his cheek against her bare breast and began to tease her rosy skin with his mouth.
Writhing, Meera clung to his neck, as Dalton held her bottom and pulled her against him, making her to feel the full extent of his arousal. His hardness made her start rocking her hips.
With quick and swift movement, Dalton took off his pants, revealing his long and muscled legs. Meera froze, she took this time to stared at him, entranced. She should come to her sense by now, but this only made her mouth ran dry.
This was the person, who had used her for his plan without even discussing it with her first, the person, who had toyed with her life, like it was nothing, but here she was… desiring him to touch every skin of her body, calling his name when she writhed beneath him. How could that possible? Did she have no shame?
