Jaz
Sloan pressed his body against mine, his chest rumbling with an unreleased growl. He deepened the kiss, lifting me from the toilet as I wrapped my legs around him. I giggled as he hoisted me up and carried me from the bathroom. He sat me gently on the king-sized bed, his hands gliding across my skin, still slick from the blessing oils.
“Goddess, you’re perfect.” He murmured, his eyes raking over me as he pulled away.
He positioned me on the bed so that the fluffy pillows propped up my head. I watch through my eyelashes as he moved himself down to my feet after he ensured that I was comfortable. Sparks trailed along under his lips as he kissed his way from my ankle up my thigh. He worked up my inner thigh at a torturously slow pace, the soft skin o
