Chapter Thirty-Three
Donovan
With a lapful of Jasmine and her soft luscious body, I lost myself in her mouth. She kissed like a dream. There was no hesitancy with her. But then, it had been like that since the first time I kissed her—like being dipped into a fire and loving the burn.
She was straddling me, and I could feel the heat of her hot, tight p***y through the layers of fabric between us. Suddenly remembering she’d just had an asthma attack, I shackled my need. With every ounce of discipline I owned, I drew back from the unholy temptation of her mouth, smoothing my hand through her hair and down her spine.
“As much as I would love for this to go a little further, you just had an asthma attack. I’m guessing you need to take it easy for a little bit,” I murmured.
Jasmine narrowed
