Never had Adeline allowed herself to give up so much control, but it was different—utterly different with Caesar. As confusing as it was, every part of her knew only that he had completed her. He was perfect for her—perhaps everything she wanted.
Caesar nipped at her lower lip. "Each time, your lips taste even better." He kissed over her neck, down her collarbone, and pulled at the bottom hem of her shirt to take it off her.
"My pretty doll," he hummed breathily, his voice raspy and saturated with seduction. "You don't know how much I'd like to fuck your brains out, Adeline, to have you writhling underneath me. You would be a beautiful mess."
Adeline tightly bit her lower lip, arching her back in pleasure. "T-then...then fuck me like you want, Caesar."
