Chapter Thirteen
Thalina
His hands dropped to my waist, and in one quick motion, he pulled my skirt down along with my wet panties. “Step out.” He ordered, and I slowly step out of it.
The way he looked at me with so much admiration, so much longing, ignited a flood of heat between my thighs.
He lifted me up by my waist effortlessly, as though I weighed nothing as he deposited me on the bed.
“Don’t move!” He ordered and it was as though his words froze me up in the same position. I didn’t move.
A smirk danced at the corner of his lips as he stepped back. I watched as he unbuttoned his shirt gently, each move sending cold shiver down my spine, one which ran down to push more wetness down my core.
He pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the plush couch that was in the room. Then
