章 43: Story Of Asara Trees

Cassandra's chest squirmed and her legs involuntarily tightened at his suggestion. His hand was lazily resting on her thigh, ready to part it and delve inside. Fingers digging into her soft flesh. 

The urge to let him touch what no man had ever done was real and yet she buried all those urges deep down and slightly turned her head to face him. 

His aureate globes were deeply focused on her, hanging onto her decision.

"Why don't you bathe me instead and tell me the complete story of the Asara Tree? And delve there after we bond." Cassandra asked with a cunning smile, pouring buckets of cold water over Siroos's desires. 

The sides of his cupid bow lips turned downwards and they quivered. His eyebrows drew together, the gold inked different shades, giving her a pleading look. 

Cassandra had to bunch her lips together seeing his dramatics.