Since morning, Dalia had been wandering through the unfamiliar luxury of the room, her fingers brushing nervously against the fine fabrics of her dress.
The expensive silk, the glittering jewelry — none of it felt like her. All she could think about was finding Claude, her son.
So when she finally saw him, the relief flooded her body — only to be replaced by something far more dangerous when his hands pulled her close, fingers roaming boldly across her curves.
His lips claimed hers without hesitation, his kiss deep and demanding, sending sparks down her spine.
His hands trailed lower, cupping her soft ass through the thin fabric, squeezing just hard enough to make her breath hitch and a soft moan slip past her lips.
"Mmhh… Claude…" Her arms wrapped around his neck, her body pressing into his without resistance.
Every touch, every kiss, melted her hesitation into nothing.
"Do you want more, Mother?"
