Chapter 39
{Warning! This chapter contains mature contents not meant for young readers}
"Drogen," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair. His name came out like a prayer, her voice trembling with need.
"Say it again," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough, almost possessive.
"Drogen…" she whispered, and he groaned in response, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin before soothing it with his tongue.
They barely made it to the couch. He laid her down gently, hovering over her, his dark eyes blazing with desire. His lips met hers again, slower this time, savoring every moment. His hands moved with a careful intensity, tracing her bare skin as though he were memorizing her.
Natasha arched into his touch, her body responding instinctively to his. The sensation of his hands on her, his lips trailing lower, was almost too much to bear.
"Drogen…" she gasped, her breath hitching as he kissed the curve of her waist.
