An Alluring Fire
Izekiel was everywhere, his hands carved his mark upon her skin as passionately as his needy lips that sucked and licked her and wanted more and more by each second.
Nesrin was breaking beneath him, she knew they shouldn't continue. There was a fear in her heart, what if she became too addicting to the way he made her feel, so much that it becomes harder to part.
It would be best to stop, but despite all the reasons, she couldn't bring herself to say those words.
He pulled back, both of them breathless and his voice was rough and hoarse as it whispered against her ear.
"Too late now,"
A shudder went down her spine.
Nesrin's eyes slightly turned wide and then she gasped when his hand slipped inside her skirts. He stroked the soft sensitive spots of her thighs.
Izekiel has the kind of power, that roars and overwhelms with the lightest of touch. He build her and made her scatter under his passionate warmth that devoured her.