"Thank you for the meal❤️," she purred, her voice husky, her tongue darting out to lick the remnants of my release from her lips. The sight of her, disheveled and utterly debauched, left me breathless, and I couldn't help but wonder how soon I could taste her next.
Khillea's lips curled into a sly smile as my fingers fumbled with the waistband of my pants, ready to leave this heated moment behind. But her hand shot out, firm and insistent, gripping my arm with a strength that could've bent steel. Her voice was low, edged with a sultry defiance.
"What are you doing, Nathan?" she asked, her eyes dark pools pulling me in.
I frowned, confused by her persistence. "What do you mean? It's over."
Her laugh was soft, like velvet laced with a challenge. "Over? You didn't fuck me yet." Her words, so brazen, hung in the charged air between us.
