Chapter 111 I Think The Flowers Look Prettier

• He lifted her skirt, and her underwear met the same fate as the buttons. Finally, he took pity on Deanna, and when they came together again after so long, the pleasure was exquisite. Her back arched until it pressed completely against Daniel's chest. He gripped her hips, setting a short but fierce rhythm.
• Hearing her voice her pleasure again with such shameless, uninhibited abandon was even better than hearing her sing. Watching her expressions-the way her mouth moved, the intensity in her eyes reflected in the mirror, the sheer depravity of it all-awakened something primal inside him.
• He tangled his fingers into her pinned-up hair and yanked her head back, exposing her neck. His mouth found its way there, searching until he reached that spot just behind her left ear that always made her moan. And moan she did-louder, filthier, losing herself completely.