There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

Mara throws open the heavy drapes covering the windows, letting in the last
of the late afternoon sunshine, revealing the view of the Hollywood Hills.
She stands directly in front of the window, framed by the glass, her body a
shadowed silhouette, gold around the edges. She’s still dancing, running her
hands through her hair and down her curves.
Slowly, she unzips the front of her hoodie. She shimmies out of it,
languorously sliding the sleeves down her arms, then flinging it away from
her so it sails across the room and lands on top of the lampshade. Underneath,
she wears only a thin undershirt, through which I can clearly see the outline
of her nipples, the shape of the silver rings, and the indent of her navel.
Next, her jeans: she unzips the front, her fingers light and teasing, taking her
time. Turning away from me, she slides the jeans down over the round globes
of her ass, bisected by her thong.
I want to unzip my own pants because my cock is raging against the fly, but I
wait, eyes fixed on Mara, cheeks throbbing from how hard I’m biting them.
She’s stoking my fire. The impulse to jump up from this bed and seize her is
torturous. It takes everything I have to stay still.
She hops up on the windowsill, lifting up her legs and resting her bare feet on
the opposite side of the frame so she can slide off the jeans. She tosses her
pants aside, getting up on her knees now, then on her feet, standing in the
frame with her back to me.
Resting her hands on the upper frame, she makes slow circles with her hips,
swaying that peachy little ass, teasing me, tempting me …
Silhouetted against the setting sun, her figure glows like a caryatid, like she’s
holding up the whole building.
I could never sculpt anything so perfect.
She pulls off her undershirt and tosses it behind her. It lands on my lap. I pick
up the crumpled cotton, still warm from her body and I press it to my face,
inhaling her intoxicating scent.
The idea that someone else might be standing below that window, that they
might look up and see the view that I haven’t even yet seen myself, makes