Chapter - 90
Jacob sat up, his eyes locked on her every movement. Althea was a vision—her curves, her confidence, everything about her was magnetic. She stood there for a moment, letting him take in the sight of her, her breath coming out in soft, shallow exhales as their tension grew.
"I've waited," she continued, her voice low, sultry, "and now... now you're mine." There was no hesitation, no pretense in her words. Just raw desire. Her hands glided over her body, tracing the curve of her supple hips, up her slender waist, and resting on her full, heaving breasts. She gave the two massive globes a firm squeeze, biting her lip as her eyes locked onto Jacob's. In that moment, she was the embodiment of desire, an angel steeped in temptation.
