Chapter 424 It’s Kinky, And It Hurts
- Pressed close in that teasing pose, she leaned down—soft as a whisper.
- Suddenly, Jordan Dawson narrowed his eyes, lazy and half-lidded. Even deep breaths couldn’t tame the restless, hungry spark she lit in him.
- Right then, Nora Clarke cupped Jordan’s cheek with her left hand, fingers gliding over his features. Her breath brushed his, so near it felt like a promise.