"No, I don't need your help," Luciana said, straining against his unyielding grip, but his hold was as strong as iron.
"Um, can you let go of me?" She asked. Her breathing had become heavier, and her throat suddenly felt patched. She subconsciously swallowed her saliva and licked her lips, causing them to glisten under the warm light from the lamp.
"What if I don't want to?" He whispered, his voice low and magnetic, his penetrative gaze following all her actions and drawing her in like a whirlpool, devouring every nervous and shy expression. He decided this was his favorite position ever since he was born.
The tip of her hardened twin molds was pressed against his bare chest, and her soft body was nestled in his arms, a scene he had always fantasized about; he wanted to have her right there in the tub.
