SOPHIA I melted straight into his arms and when I tried touching him, he pulled away and caught both of my hands."Don't. Touch. Me. Not yet.”"Why?" I cried out.His fingers grazed my jaw, tilting my face up, and my breath caught in my throat. The air between us crackled, thick with tension, as his voice dropped low, wrapping around me like silk. “To be worshiped,” he murmured, his lips so close they almost brushed mine. He was very swift with his teasing touches. “you have to worship first.”The words sent a shiver through me, pooling heat low in my belly. The way he looked at me—dark, commanding, and utterly sure of himself—made my pulse race. His smirk was a challenge, daring me to surrender, and God help me, I wanted to. My lips parted, my body already leaning into him, aching to prove just how much I was ready to worship.Slowly, I went on my knees, watching as he unbuckled his belt. He immediately pulled his briefs down and his cock sprang out, like it had been begging to be f
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