She pulled away from his lap with a broken, shuddering gasp—her entire slim frame quaking so violently the pink teardrop pendant bounced between her collarbones like it was trying to escape her skin.
Her eyes—dark velvet rimmed in molten rose, glassy with tears of pure, filthy need—locked onto his as she rose on trembling legs. Thick, glossy strands of her arousal already webbed between her inner thighs, shining all the way down to her knees in slow, obscene rivulets.
"Phei…" Her voice cracked like fine crystal. "I need you to see me. Every fucking inch. Look at what belongs to you… look at how wet your goddess is just from your touch…"
Her slender fingers caught the hem of the cream crop top. She dragged it upward—agonizingly slow—silk rasping over the high, proud swell of her breasts until the fabric snagged on her stiff, dark-rose nipples.
