Amara's POV
I shuddered when I felt his fingers slipping inside my top, the coolness of his touch against my flushed skin. He pulled away from me just long enough to peel the Shirt from my body, then his lips were back on mine, kissing me hungrily, his hands exploring every inch of my skin.
His sneaky hand fondled my right breast.
His lips left mine, and I felt a moment of disappointment, until they moved to my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands slipped between my legs, and a low moan escaped my lips when his fingers brushed again the growing wetness there.
"Angh!" I moaned when he kissed my throat.
"You're so wet," he whispered, his voice heavy with lust. "Is this all for me Amara?"
I couldn't speak, could barely think, so I nodded, biting my lips to stifle
