"Do you like it?" The tone was very gentle, yet upon closer listening, it carried a hint of laughter. Mia Foster's thoughts had long stopped being governed by her brain, not just because of the increasing pressure of the kneading in the palm of the hand, but also out of instinct, as a sound of agreement escaped from her breath.
"Heh," a soft chuckle, Felix Shaw found that teasing this woman had become addictive. His lips slowly moved, and Mia Foster unexpectedly turned her face towards him, tilting her head up, bringing her lips close to his.
Felix Shaw never considered himself a gentleman. There was no reason to push away a woman who flung herself into his arms. Seizing her delicate lips, he gently sucked, kissed, nibbled, and ground against them. Although inexperienced, Mia Foster actively responded. Her clumsy, unskilled kisses had no technique, but it was this clumsiness that drove men wild.
