Chapter 107
Natasha's fingers trembled slightly as they reached behind her back, unclasping her bra with slow precision. The straps slipped from her shoulders, and the fabric fell away, revealing her soft, bare skin. Her breasts perked in the cool air, nipples hardened and sensitive.
Drogen's eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he watched her, barely holding back the primal need to grab her, to taste every inch of her. His body ached, his length painfully hard, throbbing with want.
Natasha bit her lip, feeling his heated gaze trail over her. Slowly, she slid off his lap, standing just in front of him. With deliberate slowness, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her soaked panties and dragged them down her thighs, letting them fall to the floor.
Drogen leaned back on his hands, muscles tense. His eyes never left her, drinking in every movement. She was completely bare now, standing proudly before him, her skin flushed and glistening.
