AYLA
Slade helped me with my dress, after we had each other not once or twice but until the fourth time.
I smiled as I felt his hands flow on my dress. I could feel the contact of his touch on my skin.
“Come to my chambers tonight,” I heard him say, and I turned around.
“Not satisfied?” I asked, and he shook his head. Holding my face close to his.
“I'm never satisfied with you, Ayla,” he said, and kissed me. I melted into his touch, holding him by the waist.
Our tongues met, and I moaned in his mouth. If we keep going we are going to undress each other again.
“Slade…” I tried to cut off our kiss, but he stopped me.
“Shh, let's enjoy this moment, right now,” he said, looking directly at my lips.
“I haven't given you an answer to your question,” I said, and he looks up at me.
He held my head up, I could feel his breath on my neck. “That wasn't a question, Ayla,” his words printed on my skin, and shuddered at the feeling.
“Then what was it?” I asked him with my eyes closed. The feeli
