Chapter 30
- Iris’s POV
- His fingers skimmed beneath the waistband of my lace panties, pulling them down my thighs. He bent to sniff it, sucking in his breath sharply.
- “Fuck,” he mumbled, leaning his head against my mound, “you smell so fucking sweet.” His stubble bristled against my skin as he drew his head down, and I squirmed underneath him, feeling the wetness leak out of my center and drip down my thighs.