Aiden, his own body still buzzing with the aftershocks of pleasure, turned his gaze to Arisha, her long crimson hair fanned out on the pillow, her heavy breasts rising and falling beneath the thin sheet.
He knew she was awake, her shy nature making her feign sleep, but her body language betrayed her.
A faint blush crept across her deep green skin, and her crimson hair seemed to shimmer with anticipation.
"Arisha," Aiden whispered, his voice a low, intimate rumble that brushed against her ear, sending a shiver through her. "Your turn now."
Her eyes, a striking crimson, fluttered open, wide and startled, meeting his.
A deep, immediate blush bloomed across her green cheeks, making her look like a ripe apple. She swallowed, her throat bobbing.
"S-Sir Aiden," She stammered, her voice a breathy whisper, her body tensing beneath the sheet.
Aiden chuckled, a soft, knowing sound. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss.
