Chapter 25. Wounds Of The Soul

• Christian couldn't help but look at her from head to toe, a current of excitement ran through his body, his Pen1s stood erect in his pants, his eyes clouded with desire, she was beautiful, fragile, her skin as white as a snowflake, her rosy nipples protruding like juicy, ripe cherries.
• A part of him, the wild part, wanted to jump on her, spread her legs, bury himself deep inside her body, feel his flesh pierce hers, make her moan with pleasure and mark her as his forever, but the rational part told him it wasn't right, maybe Lyn had made that decision in an impulsive act and it wasn't right to take advantage.
• He approached her, crouching on the floor to pick up the towel he'd thrown so he could cover her, not because he didn't want her, but because he didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerability, but before he could get up she jumped on top of him, straddling him, causing him to lose his balance, both of them falling to the floor, a mischievous smile on the girl's face. He held her by the hips and struggled to control himself.