SORAYA

"Please..."

The word was supposed to be a protest, a warning, or a desperate plea for him to stop, but it came out of my throat as a breathless, needy moan.

Jasper let out a low, dark chuckle, the sound vibrating right against my tight skin as he leaned even closer to press a slow, hot kiss to the side of my neck.

"Please what, honey?" he murmured softly against my skin, his warm breath sending a fresh wave of goosebumps straight down my spine.

I opened my mouth to try and form actual words, to explain that we couldn't do this, that my dad would kill us both,...