Chapitre 186: Eating Aisha (1) *

"I don't care," she whispered, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "I just want to be with you right now, Nathan."

Before I could respond, she leaned down and kissed me again, this time deeper, more demanding.

I stopped thinking and grabbed her. My lips crashed into hers with a fierce hunger, claiming every inch of their softness. Those lips—pink, damp, and inviting—melted under mine, pliant, trembling, utterly vulnerable. Her breath hitched, her body betraying a desire even she hadn't yet understood.

The memory of her lips lingered on my fingers as I slipped them between her parted mouth, brushing the delicate flesh with a teasing stroke. Warm, wet, and yielding. A quick flick of her tongue as I pressed forward, coaxing her response, feeling her give in to the silent command in my touch.