*Back to the present*

Larina's POV 

“Get off me. Stop, this is…fck” Imogen was torn between protesting and moaning out of pleasure.

She couldn't take her eyes off me.

“You want me to stop, yet you can't stop moaning. Your eyes are saying something different "I teased her, nibbling on her npples..

“That's because, you are forcing me…hmm” she cried out, when I swirled my tongue on her nplles .

It was as though she was desperately waiting for my touch.

“But, you didn’t complain when your friend was in that hotel years ago??” I asked her.

“What are you talking about?” She looked confused.

“How could you have forgotten...