Her hand couldn't help but want to push him away. The sunlight was just right outside, and the room was brightly lit. Before, they would be on the bed or turn off the lights.
Here... it was an open exposure.
Jared Quinn kissed her lower abdomen, his hand resting between her legs, his husky voice carried a trace of desire, "Do you think I've touched that Wendy Lynch? Do you think I'm no longer yours?"
Melody Thorne's gaze fell on the mirror. The woman in there had enchanting eyes like silk, her skin was snow-white, red spots scattered, and further down...
She felt very ashamed.
"No, I don't think that. You're mine, you're Melody Thorne's."
She gasped, trying to wave away Jared Quinn's big hand, but a tingling sensation spread from below, from the tip of her head directly to her brain, and her body couldn't help but tremble violently.
