Chapter Eight
ANASTASIA
Anastasia stood in the shower, and she no longer felt the hot water streaming over her skin, but she felt instead his hungry hands and fingers caressing her curves, touching her everywhere he could. He took greedy handfuls of her breasts, pulled and tweezed her n*****s, and from behind her he planted soft kisses on her shoulders and the back of her neck.
The touch of his soft lips on her skin caused her to shiver, and goosebumps to erupt along the length of her body. She hummed in delight as he took her earlobe into his mouth and gave it a playful bite.
Just moments ago she’d been frozen in panic when he had asked her to join him. She had expected a wave of modesty, of self-consciousness to dampen her mood and her desire for him. But it never came. It never brok
