It was a slow, slur movement from the man, Rome. His normal expressionless gaze now speaks of love and lust.
He wrapped his hands around Larissa's waist and pulled her closer to himself. His lips sought her lips which he brushed again tenderly and lightly.
He wants more but he decided to take things slowly since they have got all the time to themselves.
Larissa moans softly against his mouth, knowing fully well he is taking his time. She wanted the torture to be over. To quench the yearning at once but no. Rome didn't want that.
He turn on the shower which brought the water splashing over them like rain, wetting their body at once.
He pulled back gently to undress her. His fingers teased and brushed her arms carefully. His gaze fell on the bruise she had sustained in Rald's mini-h
