“I so badly want to eat you right now.”
Zane’s mouth devoured hers, a possessive claim, his tongue plunging deep, tasting the fear and a nascent sweetness. Aria’s breath hitched, a silent plea caught in her throat. He pulled her dress upward, revealing the delicate lace of her panties.
“Please, no, not here.” Aria’s whimper barely escaped.
“Quiet now. You won’t utter a sound, understand?” Zane’s voice, a low murmur against her ear, held a commanding edge, a promise of consequences.
Aria quivered, a cold dread seeping into her bones. The public space, the looming possibility of getting caught, amplified her terror. What if someone saw? The thought clawed at her, but Zane, a devil in human skin, held her captive. He used her, discarded her, then claimed her again, a plaything for his fle
