Imran's Woman❤❤❤

Aria was so mesmerized by his kiss that it seemed as if her brain had lost control of itself, causing her to forget about resisting.

Her unwillingness to refuse greatly encouraged Imran and her small hand which was like a demon's claw caressed Imran's body and became even hotter.

"Little demoness." Imran's voice was hoarse and filled with joy as her small palm slowly extended downwards.

Aria lay on the sofa. After a brief moment of blankness, she recovered.

God, what was she doing now?

This man was Imran.

He was a demon king that ate people without spitting out their bones.

She was actually in his embrace …

"Focus." The dominant man wouldn't allow her to be distracted in the slightest. His large palm extended to the back of her head, pressing down on her small head and controlling her lips to bear his demands.

No, it can't be like this...