“Baby? You okay?” I drag my lips to her other cheek and kiss it, too. And then, playfully nip that delectable behind before easing Zahara onto the sofa. “Was I too rough?”
“Never.” Watching me with hooded eyes as I rise and tuck my d**k away, she sighs. “I just might not be able to walk for a while,” she says as a satisfied smile lights up her face.
Sprawled naked on the elaborate piece of furniture I chose for her shop, my angel is nothing but pure temptation. I’ll never get enough of her. Will never sate my craving. I might be a free man set to live my life, yet I’m still a prisoner, bound by unbreakable chains. A prisoner of this magnificent woman who has captured my heart. Who has tamed my soul. And there isn’t a sweeter feeling. For the rest of my life, I am her willing slave.
Slip
