Chapter 71
Natasha slowly sat up, her gaze locked on his, unwavering and intense. Her hands moved to her back, unzipping her gown with deliberate slowness, the fabric sliding down her shoulders and pooling around her. Drogen's eyes followed her every movement, his eyes dark with desire, his cock achingly hard and throbbing with need.
Natasha slid the gown down her legs, revealing her perfect curves coverd in delicate white lacy bra. Her eyes met Drogen's as she bit her lip seductively, teasing him with every move. Slowly, she slipped off her panties, her confidence and perfection leaving him breathless. Drogen let out a low groan, his restraint hanging by a thread, but he held on, wanting to savor her, to savor every moment.
Once she was done undressing, Drogen opened a nearby drawer and brought out something that looked like a rose then handed it to her.
"Use this" he said, Natasha looked at him then the thing in his hand, confused.
