His grip tightened around the back of her head, pulling her face away from his cock.

Her gaze held his lazily, drunk with need as her lips were swollen and glistening with saliva and pre-cum.

His gaze held her down, and his chest heaved as the water cascaded them both.

His eyes trailed down to her nightgown, how the wet fabric clung on her body, shaping her perfectly round breasts.

“Get up, little dove.” He urged, his voice dark and low.

Aria hesitated for a ...