บท 343: Chapter Three Hundred and Fourty Three

The plan had been to make her come. To give her such pleasure she couldn't say no to his proposition. But the more he pleased her, the stronger his own desire became. That's not how it usually worked for him. Not that he didn't enjoy lavishing attention on his partners, but this was different. He needed her to come.

"Daniel?"

"Yes?"

She turned to him and half opened her eyes. "You asked me what I wanted."

"You're right."

He left the pleasure of her heat to stand up and take off the rest of his clothes. Grabbing the big lavender towel off the bar behind him, he spread it open between his hands.

"Come," he whispered.

She braced her arms on the tub, then stood, rising like Venus, and he drank in the sight of her dripping and shiny. God dammit, she turned him on.