Charming The Monster
As their kiss grew more passionate, Asher's hands moved deftly to the sash at the back of Naida's sleeveless red gown.
His fingers trembled slightly as he began to untie it, their breaths mingling in the charged air.
Naida gasped, her hand instinctively landing on his chest. She pulled back, just enough to catch her breath and meet his gaze.
Her voice was a breathy whisper, "Are you sure? We can never go back if we do this."
Asher's eyes, filled with desire and more, locked onto hers, "I think we're already beyond that point," he murmured, his voice rough with determination.
He continued to loosen the sash, and the gown down her torso, pooling around her thighs. Her upper body was bare for him to see, her round, curvaceous breasts heaving with each restless breath she took.
Asher's lips returned to hers, his tongue delving into her mouth, exploring every corner as if he couldn't get enough of her taste.