Bath Time

Karica’s POV

His velvety lips were at times tender and at times ferocious, taking me to new heights of ecstasy. The excruciating pain in my back had long been reduced to a slight ache. His saliva had worked like magic and his tongue was even magical.

How was he so apt at everything he did? The fervour with which he had claimed my lips was quickly swirling into unfilled desires. Desires only he could fulfil and which lay between my legs and throbbed uncontrollably.

My body was heating up and all I could focus on was him and his ravenous lips, which were devouring me like there was no tomorrow. My nails were digging into his back and yet, I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted him inside me to put out the fire he had ignited.

As if reading my mind, he pulled away, panting and restraining himself. His sultry eyes glowed with a need to own me, his stare so arduous that I had to look away, my face heating up like a hot plate.

“Kiris,” his sonorous voice was harmoniously pleasant to my