The silver thread of saliva glistened between our lips as I pulled away, watching with dark satisfaction as Haruna's face burned crimson. Her plump lips were swollen from our kisses, glistening wetly, and her breath came in ragged pants that made her chest heave enticingly. The thin fabric of her nightgown clung to her hardened nipples, betraying how affected she was.
"Jack..." she whimpered, her voice trembling with need as her pleading eyes locked onto mine. The scent of her arousal hung thick in the air between us, intoxicating and sweet. "We can't... not here... what if—"
My fingers traced the damp trail on her lips before sliding down to circle her throat lightly. "But I have one condition," I growled, my thumb pressing just enough to make her pulse flutter against my skin. Her eyes darkened with desire, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
