**Warning: Don't read if you can't take the heat.
“Take off your robe and bend the f**k over.”
Christopher’s voice was low like a growl, the kind that left no room for argument, no space for innocence. His c**k was still standing thick and proud, glistening with her spit, veins bulging, the swollen tip an angry shade of red, slick with pre-c*m. Still ready. Still aching. Still f*****g starving for her.
Vivian’s breath caught in her throat, her fingers trembling as they found the knot of her robe. She untied it, slow on purpose, just to watch his eyes darken with every inch of skin she revealed.
The silk slid off her shoulders, peeling away until it pooled at her feet, leaving her bare. Exposed. Every curve, every soft, tempting inch of her body on full display for him to devour.
Chri
