Cullen froze at the door.
Amelia stood in the middle of the room, under dim lights, clad in a skimpy black lace-up lingerie set. It barely covered anything, and left little to no imagination.
Fire burned through Cullen's eyes, and he found himself shutting the door behind him. His pants tightened, and he felt a mighty erection growing between his legs.
Cullen chuckled softly as his eyes scanned her whole appearance with lust, accompanied by strong admiration.
The black lace-up she wore looked so good on her. It hugged her pretty skin so well and outlined every corner of her mouth-watering curves that was worth his attention.
He couldn't wait to part those long legs of hers and go deep into her through those perfect thick smooth thighs of hers.
The more he stared at her, the more his member twisted. He slowly walked towards her and stood dominantly before her.
