BOUND TO THE ENEMY
"Max..."
That was more than enough for him, the mention of his name in that delicious gasp unhinged him.
The kiss enervated, and his hands squeezed her breasts over her clothes, reaching for the edge of her blouse without waiting for the world to end.
Carla raised her arms, let herself be done, enraptured by his caresses, needing them like rain in the desert. She had to gasp, to lift her face as if she wanted to pull her face out of a raging sea. Bastidas' master lips, burning, setting fire to her breasts, burning the middle of them, between her ribs, on her abdomen, lifting the top piece of her bathing suit and releasing those tender, unhindered aureoles, evidence of all that was happening.
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