Wes’s eyes were like the waters of Atlantis. They captivated and bewitched her with impossible dreams. Everything he did was for her, every smile, every kiss, every gift. All for her. A woman could fall in love with a man who courted with such perfection.
He was perfection. Each circle of his hips, striking that deep secret spot inside her that blacked out everything except the feel of him. His dark red hair was a crimson halo about his face. It was as if the goddess Diana gave him the ability to hunt down and seduce any woman into his bed.
Wes Thorne was a s*x god. A god who at that moment was focused solely on her pleasure. He doubled his speed and the sensation of him fully merged with her was all it took to send her careening off the edge into bliss. The man could f**k her into uncon
