Rosie's legs were already lying on the bed helplessly, making it easier for Aslan to position himself. Aslan refrained from kissing the girl too much as he saw the scar on her lips. The sound of their kiss was really sexy. Rosie's wet kisses and sweet moan sounded like beautiful music to Aslan's ears.
Rosie's eyes were closed, her hand that was gripping Aslan's shirt had been looking for the buttons. When she found it, she unbuttoned it one by one. After Aslan's shirt was removed, Rosie gently touched the man's ripped stomach and ran her fingers through the curve of his abs, making Aslan groan in pleasure.
Aslan's gentle gaze turned sharp. His eyes started to mist with lust.
"Roseanne, where else did he touch you?" Aslan asked breathlessly.
Rosie pulled down her night dress. She bit her lower lip, feeling hot when she found Aslan staring at her breast so intensely.
