CHAPTER 28

Alvin gently laid Patricia down on the long sofa, their lips still entwined in a fervent, almost desperate kiss. Their bodies, stripped of all clothing, pressed intimately together, the smoothness of their skin creating a delicious friction that sent sparks of heat coursing through them. Every inch of her bare skin was like a canvas, and Alvin, with his lips and hands, was an artist painting strokes of desire across it.

He inhaled deeply, drawing in her intoxicating scent that seemed to cling to the very air around them. Patricia’s skin was flawless, soft as silk, the kind that tempted him to touch, to caress, and to taste every single inch. The mere thought of her perfect skin made him shudder with a primal need.

“Ohhh—” Patricia moaned, her voice a sultry whisper filled with pleasure, as Alvin’s mouth moved across her chest, his lips expertly teasing her sensitive nipples. “A-Alvin, this is heaven, mmmnn—”

Her eyes fluttered closed, her body arching in response to his ministrations.