Chapter Eighty Eight

Kazia gasped, her breath caught in her throat as he parted her legs, pushing one knee up, and pressing his palm flat against her inner thigh.

Kavan pressed his lips against hers, tasting and savoring the taste of her. He kissed her passionately, his tongue dueling with hers in a fierce battle of dominance.

Her eyes fluttered shut as his fingers wrapped around her, pumping lazily, languidly.

He kissed her deeply, letting his tongue explore every inch of her mouth, his hands moving over her body, touching her everywhere—her hips, her breasts, her belly, her thighs.

Kazia whimpered, writhing beneath him, wanting nothing more than to feel his body, his weight pressing her deeper into the couch.

She wanted to feel every part of him pressed against her, the hard bulge of his cock driving itself against her slick flesh. She craved him.

She wanted more of him.

She arched upward, moaning into his mouth as she felt him slide a single finger into her slick channel, stroking in and out, sending