He opened his to me. Finally, he broke the ice with a soft, tender kiss. A kiss that triggered the arousal in both our bodies. Before we knew it, we w...re up in my bedroom.“Wait! I want to take things slow,” I said as I stopped his hands from lifting my dress. He agreed by giving me a smirk and a deep kiss before saying, “Me too.”He laid me on the bed and began deeply kissing me. Our tongues swirled together, danced together. I felt my pussy get wet as I imagined what's coming. Edward began. “I work for the Equal Rights for Humans Party. Their purpose is to rid the world of those with extra powers, namely the Paranormals. Some of us are tolerated because we help them rid the world of the others,” he said and fell silent.“Is e’ sin an fhirinne?” I demanded in Gaelic. (Is that the truth?)“Sean fhirinne a tha agam,” he replied in a tired voice. (I’m telling the truth.)“Is Director Stone a member of this organization?” Allen demanded in a harsh voice.“Yes,” came after a number of. He broke away, painting heat on my pussy with every panting breath. “Natalia?” I tugged his hand in jerking blasts. Settled his palm around my breast before reaching for his torso. My fingers drifted over his smooth flesh, urging him forward without being able to hook onto him enough to pull him to me. His eyes seemed to flash, casting their golden violet light over my skin. He was focused on my face, body immobile. “I need you. On me. In me. I need to be immersed in you, your warmth, your. He had been pacing around the office like a caged wolf, pausing at the apex of each circuit to check his appearance in the mirror at the end of the room. While his hand-tailored suit spoke of refined tastes and high quality, the scars on the hand that straightened the tie and smoothed the hair told of a more violent past, one that was only lightly wrapped in Armani silk and Savile Row culture.She shivered as he looked at the wall clock over her head and tugged at his gold and diamond cufflinks.