"Ross, stop…" Hazel's voice was barely audible, a whisper lost amidst the heat of the moment.
But Ross wasn't listening. His lips left hers, trailing down her neck with a combination of kisses, licks, and teasing nipples.
Every touch of his mouth sent shivers racing down her spine. He found the sensitive spot at the curve of her neck, sucking lightly before moving lower.
Hazel's body trembled beneath him, a confusing mix of resistance and reluctant surrender.
His mouth continued its descent, and before Hazel could fully comprehend what was happening, Ross's lips reached her bra-covered breasts.
He flicked his tongue over the fabric, teasing her hardened nipples through the thin material.
"Ah… ahhh…" Hazel's breathing quickened, her thoughts a jumbled mess. This had gone too far.
She knew she should call for help—scream for her sister, Althea—but her body betrayed her.
