Lysandra pressed her lips together as Asher hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulling them downward.
Cold air rushed in, causing goosebumps to erupt across her exposed skin.
An exhilarating heat coursed through her veins, heightening her awareness of every touch and glance.
"So beautiful..." Asher voiced with a mesmerized look.
His gaze fell onto the provocative allure of Lysandra's body, her sweet, pink folds glistening, nestled within a silver-lavender bush, adding an extra layer of mystique to her already enchanting form.
"You…" Her voice, suddenly uncertain of its usual imperious command, stuttered and halted as she tried to remain composed while his scorching gaze remained focused on her revealed private region.
"You should focus on why we are doing this instead of…" Her voice trailed off abruptly, her tone wavered like the flicker of the nearby growing fire.
