Dance with the Devil

With their gaze firmly met, Amelia moved her hands to opposite directions pulling at the tunic and ripping it into halves in the process.

“Oops” was all Amelia could say as she smiled at him. It was a daring smile that sent chills down Michael’s back.

Michael stayed frozen, not daring, no not wanting to move. He wanted to see how far she was willing to go and he was not disappointed.

“I guess I have to make it up to you for destroying your shirt” Amelia whispered near his ear before letting her tongue travel to the back of his ear, licking the area and ending her teasing with a small and daring bite.

Seeing that her husband was yet to move a finger Amelia knew that this was a challenge.

“Let’s see how long you can last in your statue mode,” Amelia said in a husky voice.

Her hands then traveled to his neck, lifting his chin to give her more access to her daring tongue. She started kissing his neck with her wet and hot tongue. She wanted to break him. To make him loose control.



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