Chapter 116: Ice Cream
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. RESTRICTED FOR AGES 17 YEARS AND BELOW.]
"The power is yours tonight, milady. Please be gentle with my heart."
Fil pressed her lips into a thin line, remembering Jackson was always the one on top. She rested her hands on his bare shoulder, lowering her head until her face was palm length away.
"If the power is mine, then don’t move," she whispered, her fingertips crawling its way up to his neck and jaw. "Don’t even dare touch me."
Jackson intuitively peeled his hands from her hips, leaving them on either side of him. "Oh, this is exciting —" The rest of his words rolled back into his throat when she suddenly smashed her lips against his. His brows crumpled, lifting his head a little to deepen the kiss.
His hands, which were still on the side, clasped the air. Where would these hands go?
There were many areas of her body where his hands could go at this point. It would have been nice to settle them on her buttocks, but alas, he wanted to keep his word. Hence, he let her do what she wanted.
Since Jackson wasn’t wearing his top anymore, Fil kept his mouth busy while her hands unbuckled his belt. However, she did nothing else after leaving her belt and zipper open. Instead, she pulled her lips from his mouth and traced kisses on his sharp jaw, down to his neck.
"Still can’t touch you?" he breathed out, stretching his neck to give her better access. "I promise I’ll behave, sweetheart."
This time, Fil drew her head back and gazed down at him. "No."
"But why?"