His thick length glistened in the aftermath of juices. Adele stopped breathing, eyelids trembling in anticipation... as he crossed the floor until in the next second he was so close, right in front of her. She could feel his solid and hot as hell body over her. His hand cupped her jaw.
"Now, princess…" He was streamy and sweaty, but sweat had also started to break out on her temples and forehead. "Do you really want to associate yourself with this devil? Hmm? Tell me… do you want to cross the threshold and get damned in my hell?"
Adele turned her eyes up and Ilya was looking down at her with dark eyes, his lips slightly open and exhaling hot air over her lips. She could not help but bite her own lips while gazing his.
"Damn it! Stop biting your lips…" His voice low and rumbling. "And answer me, princess."
