The temperature in the room gradually rose, their skin becoming unbearably hot, legs weak, faces flushed.
The two moved from the doorway to the bed, both panting after the kiss ended.
Blake Fuller's breathing was heavy, his voice low and husky, as the sensuous movements of his Adam's apple betrayed his wild and deepening desire.
"Blake..."
Caroline Edwin's muddled thoughts dispersed, and with a shard of rationality returning, she acutely sensed the restraint in his eyes.
Her hair, originally tied into a bun, had become undone in the struggle, black against her pale skin, her expression bewitching even without trying.
"Be good, I won't touch you."
His hand slipped into her hair, gently caressing her soft, black locks before he got up, opened the hotel wardrobe, and took out a bathrobe before heading to the bathroom to shower.
"Blake... you clearly want it so much..."
Tsk, Director Fuller sure knows how to hold back.
