Chapter 907

Yasmin kissed his throat and brushed her lips across the scar on his neck, her slender hand feeling up the buttons of his shirt. As she undid them, her free hand slid down his firm chest.

She felt the proof of his desire and chuckled. "See? You're turned on as well. Why don't you just admit that you want me?"

She slipped her hand under his waistband. He stiffened and tried to hold her hand still, but she was as lithe as a snake. She evaded his touch and lowered her head.

As Yasmin knelt next to him, she did her best to worship every part of him with her mouth.

Blake tensed under her. She had never gotten on her knees and taken him with her mouth before. It was a strange sensation—to hate her yet be unable to push her away. He even felt excited, the thrill making his blood sing.

They stayed on the couch, their silhouettes tangled.

Yasmin grew tired after a while. Her jaw ached, and her tears were spilling freely down her cheeks. She couldn't do this anymore. Perhaps she just wasn