Chapter 7

Sensuous

I NESTLED into the crumpled sheets beside me, yearning for something to hold onto, as if I were teetering on the edge of a precipice, even though I was already nestled in the comfort of my bed.

Then, his touch, like a scorching flame, seared my skin. A gasp escaped my lips as he gently cupped both of my breasts simultaneously.

"Oh, my..." I couldn't help but utter those words, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

As I felt his tender, sticky, and moist caresses, I instinctively quivered. It dawned on me that he was toying with my nipples, lavishing them with his tantalizing licks, gentle nibbles, and skilled massages with his roughened hands. It was a side of Fiore I had never experienced before—a desperate longing and an insatiable desire to savor every inch of me.

His actions filled me with an exquisite impatience, both teasing and titillating, for I yearned for more.

I yearned for his touch to venture lower, to demonstrate how ready I was to embark on this passionat