a Fer

I stood suspended in a moment that throbbed with anticipation. He watched me with eyes that burned, waiti

a storm. I wanted him-God, I wanted him-with every aching cell in my body. I wanted to be the girl who didn't flinch, wh

ight... no pressure," he said, voice

y all the filthy things that surged up in my mind-every wicked scene from every erotic

g over his skin. I felt his body stiffen, sharp with attention.

then lower, skimming the edge of my bottom lip. My breath caught, and in a single, daring move, I parted my lips and welcomed his touch.

s. One hand slid to the back of my neck, threading into my hair, while the other pressed ha

d the kiss was brutal and delicious. Hungry. Devouring. There was nothing

d to the base of his neck. I dug my nails into his skin, dragging them down, leavi

e that," I panted, "it's

down my neck, and I arched into him, craving more-needing more. Wh

ella." His accent dripped between us like warm hone

m, damp and tight over every sculpted inch. Lower. Down his abs. To the cool metal of his

ely. I felt him, thick and hot under the fabric, and a wave of hung

his name, falling fro

eathy, but sti

be gentle... whe

d he throbbed beneath my hand, raw and real. I didn't know I could want somet

oice shaking but certain, my

ia?" he asked with a smirk that nearly unr

t motion, he lifted me into his arms. I gasped, more turned

id me down like I was something precious-but the

ry inch, and I knew- I felt-that he saw me in a way no

. He wanted to devour me. And I wa