Her small hands explored bit by bit, igniting his desire like fire from the sexy pectoral muscles down to the well-defined abs.
Three years. She clearly knew he had longed for her for three years, yet she teased him like this.
He wished he could devour her whole, bones and all, but that's not allowed, it seems.
When he held the steering wheel with one hand and touched her delicate waist with the other, she pushed him away.
"If you're not going to cooperate, we can stop playing..." Charlotte said, twisting her waist slightly, rubbing against his iron-hard manhood.
Atlas Hallow's forehead started sweating, his breath coming out in low gasps; he was going insane.
"This is too dangerous; let's stop the car and I'll let you do whatever you want, okay..." Atlas inhaled her scent, his voice slightly trembling.
Her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall over her shoulders, slightly concealing her bare body.
