"I'm not the only one without self-control," Jessamae challenges hotly, her voice filled with defiance.
Hanzo's laughter resonates, sending ripples of warmth down her spine. "Yeah, you've got me there," he concedes.
The yearning within Jessamae intensifies. Her body craves his touch, her senses electrified. Hanzo's fingers, still damp from the sponge, glide down her neck and over her stomach. Beneath her, she can feel the swell of his arousal press against her backside. His touch explores one mound of her breast, squeezing gently. "There's no reason why you can't enjoy yourself," he murmurs, his voice laced with desire.
His other hand ventures lower, gracefully parting her lips with delicate precision. Each stroke is soft and tender, as if he is discovering every inch of her being. A ga
