Chapter 98 Davon

• DAVON
• On the small table beside us sits a bowl of ripe strawberries and a can of whipped cream I brought from the kitchen earlier. Tonight, I don’t want to rush things. I want to take my time with Samantha—slow, teasing, deliberate. I want to taste her, make her forget everything else, leave her trembling and breathless in the best way.
• “You’re quiet,” I murmur, tracing a slow line down her stomach with my finger. I stop just above the spot I know she wants me to touch. “Are you planning to be my obedient little angel tonight?”