Jessamae is overwhelmed by Hanzo's words, her head spinning from the intensity of the moment. Hanzo. He's too good for her.
His scorching lips leave a searing trail along her throat, powerful hands pressing against her through her slacks, igniting a fierce desire between her thighs. Every part of her aches for him. How can she love someone so completely? Every moment without him pales in comparison.
With each passionate kiss, a rush of endorphins floods Jessamae's body. She moans, tilting her neck back further, her legs parting as he forcefully removes the button from her slacks, the small object vanishing into the carpet below. Gripping the waistband, he swiftly pushes the fabric down, leaving her suddenly exposed, clad only in her red panties, bra, and heels. How did she end up so undr
