Chapter 72
Natasha carefully guided Drogen to lie back against the pillows, their eyes meeting in an unbroken stare. His intense gaze held hers, not looking away for a second.
With deliberate ease, she straddled him, her thighs resting on either side of his body. The heat between them was electric, a charged silence hanging in the air as her core pressed against his hardened length. A ragged breath escaped his lips, the sound raw and unrestrained, his self-control slipping with each passing second.
She leaned down, her lips brushing his in a featherlight tease before capturing them fully. The kiss was fierce, tongues tangling in a dance of desire and lust. Her hips moved against him in slow, deliberate circles, her slick heat gliding over his cock in maddening friction.
His hands gripped her hips tightly, urging her to move faster, harder, as he let out a guttural groan that sent shivers down her spine.
