Phei stood between their spread thighs where he had placed them on the cleared table. He looked down at them slowly, drinking in every detail like a man who intended to savor the ruin he was about to create.
Noor's pussy was tighter-looking, more delicate, the outer lips glistening with fresh arousal that had already begun to coat her inner thighs. She looked at him with wide, dark eyes full of nervous hunger, her body shivering with the overwhelming reality of being this exposed in front of him.
Phei's hands reached for Soraya, he leaned down and kissed the marks — slow, open-mouthed kisses along the red lines, his tongue tracing each one with deliberate, sinful pressure. Soraya's breath caught hard. Her hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging in as a visible shiver rolled through her entire body.
"Phei—" she whispered, voice already shaky.
