Ryle's eyes darkened as he stroked her breast and pulled back. That needy look in her eyes, those desires reflecting on her body... the seductress did not even know how hard she was seducing him.
When he stopped, Daisy was confused. The loss of his touch seemed to have left her further bewildered, ''You...''
''Shh...'' Ryle kissed her lips, ''Sit with me, Daisy.''
''But..''
''Say another word and I'll flip you right over this couch and take you in every way I can,'' he whispered softly but his voice held a promise.
He wanted to devour her.
Those words stirred something in her. Her body felt hotter.
Daisy glanced at the tent in his pants and her eyes grew slightly wide. Somehow, she was pretty obedient for the first time. She did not move, afraid that she would trigger him, and deep down more worried that she would trigger herself into becoming another version of herself that she was not even familiar with.
