Michael’s dark eyes flashed with an intense, raw heat as he noticed the sudden panic on my face. He squeezed my wrists gently, his rough palms anchoring me to the wooden surface. "You don't ever have to be ashamed of the hairs, Fedora," he murmured in a low, husky growl, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of his lips as his gaze drifted downward. "That is exactly how I like it. It is completely perfect just the way I want it to be."
A deep, trembling breath escaped through the lace of my panties still stuffed inside my mouth. Before I could even process his comforting words, his large hand shifted between my thighs. He pushed one of his fingers slowly into my burning core, making my entire body vibrate with a slow, powerful shudder. The sudden, thick invasion filled me completely, send
