Colt could hear Regina's rapid breathing.
He released her hands, letting his fingers trail slowly downwards.
Then, his fingers found the warm, damp garden below.
With practiced ease, Colt's fingers touched the most sensitive spot, moving with a familiar precision.
Regina felt a jolt, like electricity shooting through her body, and her legs clamped together instinctively.
Colt paid no mind to her reaction. His fingers continued their deft, teasing movements, focused entirely on that delicate spot.
Regina struggled against the tie binding her wrists, but in the end, all she could do was clutch the blanket beside her, trying to channel the waves of intensity that kept crashing over her, one after another.
After what felt like an eternity, Colt finally stopped, his eyes fixed on her flu
