~Xyana~
Swiping my tongue across my lips, I keep eye contact with Declan as he lets his fingers glide down my belly and into my panties.
I open my mouth in a silent gasp as his fingers travel further down between my folds and he grins at me.
My body hums to his touch. It is nothing like Clifton's touch; 'my imagination of Clifton's touch,' maybe. Because I'm yet to ascertain if he truly came to my room or if I was simply imagining things.
Declan's touch is different, precise, reverent, appraising, and pure. My c**t is already throbbing expectantly as he gently spreads my thigh and starts massaging it, making me moan.
Holding on to his arm that I've fantasized about each time I see him, I throw my head back towards Dion's shoulder, and he offers me support with his bare chest while hi
