บท 91: Passion On Six Inches

Before she can protest, I pull her against the depths of my chest. I take in a deep breath and press her even deeper. "Princess, I want to own you, possess you, body and soul."

Instead of answering, she reaches out to me, putting her small, warm hand on the back of my neck. Then she kisses me, first lightly, then more urgent. Her hips are tilted against mine; her breasts are against my chest; her whole body is sending a message that is undeniable.

Then she nibbles my ear, touching my face softly with her fingertips, and she whispers, "Mr. Cruz, you are mine."

"Oh, princess," I gasp as she takes another deep breath and pushes me back into the chair behind me.