Chapter 142

• It took a few minutes before Claire regained her strength. She was still sweating and still catching her breath. But even before she could recover, Alastair had already claimed her lips again which she immediately responded to.
• Alastair is kissing her like there's no tomorrow. He bit her lower lip as his hands started to roam around her body until they landed on her chest. He molded her chest as if he were a good sculptor. His kisses descended from her lips down to her jaw, to her collar bone until it reached her neck. He licked, nipped, and sucked every part of her neck which caused her to moan.
• As Alastair's lips moved to her chest and gently sucked her breast, she clenched her fists and arched her back. He gently bites her nipple, causing her moans to become more audible, while one of his hands manipulates her other breast, molding its size and pinching its tip. He does such a good job on her body that she feels as if she's floating in the air from the pleasure he's giving her.