They froze, bodies locked together, hardly daring to breathe. Natalia could feel her pulse thundering everywhere—at her throat, in her wrists, between her legs where Satori's hand remained pressed intimately against her. His weight pinned her to the mattress, a delicious pressure she didn't want to lose.
Footsteps moved away from the door, fading down the hallway like a retreating tide.
Satori looked down at her, a predatory smile spreading across his face. "Thirty minutes," he whispered, voice rough with desire. "Think that's enough time for me to make you come twice and still look presentable for dinner?"
A desperate whimper threatened to escape. Natalia slapped a hand over her mouth, the sound dying in her throat. The near-miss left her heart hammering against her ribs. Adrenaline flooded her system, sharpening her arousal into a raw, electric urgency.
