"Ah, Orig,"
she moaned between her breaths as his lips neared her sensitive spot. It was unbelievable—why now, without any warning, did he want to be intimate with her here, inside the car? His gaze was dark, lost in thought, as if he was processing the emotions he felt whenever their bodies touched. He could only hear her moans as he used another finger.
"Let me remind you who you belong to, Taya Desman. You're mine and mine alone. Every inch of you belongs to me. Don't think I'm incapable of giving you luxury."
Taya could barely hold herself together. The speed of his fingers inside her made her body shudder with ecstasy every time.
"Orig... Ah!"
she moaned, calling his name, which only heightened his excitement and made him crave using his little demon to empty her mind completely. But that stupid chemist's conversation made him reconsider. Damn it—she had caused Orig Desman to have wet dreams about her ever since their encounter.
