บท 258: Chapter 257- Is she really dead?

His hands were all over her, stroking and squeezing every curve. He knew where her sensitive points were and how to drive her insane.

"Mm…" She could only moan, unable to articulate the maddening feelings that had overtaken her.

From then on, their clothes pricked their bodies like thorns. They quickly got rid of them, their naked bodies moving against each other like partners in a dance. 

"Take me," she whispered, and Declan couldn't hold back any longer.

He plunged into her, deep into that mind-boggling clutch, that heat. He was about to burst out.

"Shit, Yasmin…" he grunted, pausing for a moment before beginning to move slowly.

"Uh… um…" She moaned, her hands clasping his arms, her warm breath on his face, her voice in his ear, urging him on.

As she put her lips against his ear and took his name over and over again, he groaned and gasped, "Oh, baby…"

His every thrust was violent.