Chapter 63: A Night In The Garden With...(3)(R18+)
Their lips devoured each other, slow at first, then hungry—starved.
Each kiss deeper than the last, wetter, hotter, their mouths moving like they were trying to drink the other in.
Her breath was warm against his, her taste sweet and dizzying. Karasini groaned into her mouth, his hands roaming with a mind of their own, gripping Tonya’s ass with a raw, unfiltered need.
She was soft—no, plush—and the curves of her body filled his hands like they were made for him.
He squeezed, fingers sinking deep into the velvet heft of her ass, feeling the give of her bare flesh under the sheer fabric of her nightdress.
She wasn’t wearing panties. Just that thin, almost useless cloth between her and his touch.
And then even that barrier slipped away as his hands found their way underneath, palms full of her bare skin. She was warm. So damn warm.
Tonya moaned softly against his lips, grinding her hips forward, her thighs pressing against his sides, her body guiding him without words.
Her lips broke from his only to drag along his jaw, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered his name like a secret she wasn’t supposed to say.
Steve’s head tilted back, eyes shut, his heart pounding like a drum inside his chest.
He wanted to say something, anything—but words were meaningless here. All that mattered was the heat of her body, the wet sound of their kisses, the weight of her ass in his hands, spilling through his fingers like sin made flesh.