They fall onto the bed, both of his hands now wrapped around her waist as she straddles him, her aching desire pressed against the taut and rock-solid muscles of his abdomen. She groans as he nips at her throat, suckling over love bites that are already bruised. She gasps at the sudden pain. "Oh!"
His fingers fumble with the button of her jeans; his hot breath erotically cascading over her earlobe with each rapacious whisper. "We'll have to keep this quiet, sweetheart."
"Understood." Jessamae shimmies the jeans over her hips.
He meticulously undoes each button, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Jessamae until her red bra is revealed. She half-expects him to unclasp it, but instead, he reaches for the katana lying beside him. Jessamae watches, her body aflame with anticipation, as he slices
