(Arata)
Karsten was like a forbidden tempting dream I didn't want to wake up from. The hardness of his body and the softness of his lips made me lose myself against him. Dissolve into his strong arms, yield to the hard contours of his chest.
With eyes closed, I could feel every defined taut line of his frame—every sinewy dip and peak of his torso, as if he had been carved just for me.
His fingers and palms freely wandered against my back. The man knew how to make me lose myself to him. The caution I had thrown to the wind was going to haunt me, but right now, this sinfully tempting man was all I wanted.
We were so lost in each other's embrace and caresses that we didn't realise the awkward knock on the glass door of his home gym.
And then the knock became louder, and unwantedly, I had to sever the connection between us and open my eyes.
He grunted in annoyance.
Asbela was standing there with hands pressed together in front and eyes cast downwards.
