Bab 9: Chapter 9 Come

When his hand finally reached its destination, Sophia couldn't help but let out a soft, breathy moan. Her fingers curled tightly into the fabric beneath her as she bit her lip, trying to stifle any further sounds. 

The need to keep quiet only intensified the sensations coursing through her, making her body feel hotter, more alive.

"Ahhhh…" she gasped, her chest rising and falling as her breathing quickened, her skin sensitive under Ross's confident touch. He moved with an ease and assurance she hadn't expected, his every motion designed to drive her wild. 

Sophia opened her eyes, stealing a glance at him, almost disbelieving. How could a man like Ross—average in appearance, someone who would go unnoticed in a crowd—be this skilled at knowing a woman's body?

It was impossible not to feel overwhelmed by him. "He's… he's done this before," Sophia thought, feeling the undeniable weight of that truth settle in her chest.