King Raithen’s hand still pinned Morielle’s two hands above her head, while the other started to massage her small breast.
“Open your eyes, boyya lyu. Let me see those beautiful dark blue eyes of yours. I want to see them become hazy with desire,” he coaxed her between butterfly kisses on her lips.
She wanted the kiss to be deep and hot, but he teased her at the moment. She was like a puppet and opened her beautiful orbs to meet his. Her lips slightly gaped open as he continued to squeeze her breast and ground his hips against hers.
“Ahh… Raithen!” she softly moaned, tone begging, wanting more from him.
Her heart pounded hard, oblivious to the sound of her soft moans that slightly echoed in the empty praying area. She must be mad! But she could not even think of anything but feel.
He
