"Good morning, Sweetheart."
Lying stunned on the hospital bed, Kyra stared at the man in front of her as though he were some kind of alien. Her brain had suddenly ceased to function properly, overwhelmed by the constant stimulation of her senses.
Her lips still felt hot and wet from the man's earlier assault. James's aggressiveness was clearly etched on the young woman's lips that were currently swollen from his nips and sucks. In addtion to this were their still-mingling breaths, their chests rising and falling between running out of oxygen and lingering desire.
Meanwhile, Kyra had clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest as if to shield herself while it acted as a barrier separating her from James. After all, his current position would allow him to easily pin her down beneath him.
