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At the thought of being tied to his bed, Boma panicked further and immediately dissuaded him.

"No, please, don't do that." she begged frantically, her voice whiny again.

"Then stay quiet and feel."

He pressed his lips to her nape again as he caressed her nipple over her nightie.

Boma could feel her core getting increasingly wetter. The process was gradual, yet sure. Her body squirmed more. She had to stop this at once and damn the consequences, she decided.

With that decision in mind, she started to move away from him. At once he reached for her and pulled her back to him before she could get any further.

She found herself facing him as she lay on her side. Her breathing was heavy with anxiety and scattered emotions. Her eyes landed on his chest and stayed there as fear and want converged, messing with her senses.

She felt his lips on the top of her head, kissing her there in a reassuring move.

"Look at me Boma." He said, one finger lazily caressing her chin and urging her to meet