The atmosphere in the room was ambiguous. Leila's eyes were slightly widened as she almost stood on tiptoes, her slender waist held by Jayden's muscular wrist.
His face was dead serious, and her heart thudded loudly as he leaned in, his magnificent face looming closer. The distance between them shrank until their noses were almost touching. She could feel his body, hot and warm against hers, in contrast to her own coldness.
It was always that warmth she was desperate for.
"Does it hurt?" His voice sounded hoarse and husky, his drooping eyelids dangerously clear yet cloudy. Just as Leila was about to shake her head in response, he reached out to grab her plump butt.
Leila's eyes dilated, her brain short-circuiting as his large palm fondled her ass, his eyes fixated on hers the whole time.
"You..." Leila swallowed, her words catching in her throat as she had no idea what to say.
