Brand new desires engulfed Zary the longer and deeper she kissed him.
It almost made no sense to her. These desires, him… everything about this. Especially everything about him.
Right now, it was all too good to be true. And at the back of her mind, she started to question again if Sam was truly nothing but a robot.
But the shocking lust that sliced through her when he sucked on her tongue evaporated that thought as quickly as it appeared. He did not allow her to have the luxury to doubt or even think of anything. This delicious, sinful taste of him easily overthrowing everything.
Now she felt like she was drugged. And she liked it, ached for it even. This high. The feeling of being brought to soar above everything that dragged her down, and there was no need for her to worry about anything else but only to focus and delight herself in the sensations evoked by Sam as his touch burned and imprinted on her skin. She just could not get enough of it.
