Chapter 1101 Angels Don't Wear Panties:>Ep29

• In an instant, he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head as he showered her face with kisses. She inhaled the sultry incense of his cologne and the pheromones that filled the air like chemical electricity.
• "Be still," he urged, pushed all the way inside her warm tightness as she squirmed beneath him in frustration. "Baby... Be still. Wait." Slowly, inch by inch, he began to pull out of her to leave behind a hollow ache. "You should see how you look right now. At this very instant, your cheeks are flushed, your skin is almost feverish, and when I look into those beautiful eyes, they're saying one thing. I want all the guys who look you up and down to read that in your eyes when we're out tonight, and then I want to watch the passion overtake that look as I make you come as much as you can stand.
• "But right now, you look perfect. Put on the white outfit and forget the make up. You look like Aphrodite. Make up would only ruin it and you don't need any as it is." A gentle scrape of his fashionably maintained stubble as he kissed her throat made her wince. Then he slid off her like a shadow, easing himself back into his pants, lashes lowered, before turning and slowly walking out of her bedroom; the absolute physical incarnation of lust and tease with his casual stride and cool façade. "I know you want to get rid of the tension, my love, but trust me. Waiting will only make it better." His parting words were uttered in a soft murmur as he leaned against the doorway, his face in profile, one hand smoothing his jet black hair before he opened the door and calmly left the room, starting into a friendly conversation with Amber.