Her soft moans were incendiary, igniting a fire deep within him, and he never wanted her to stop. The urge to mark her right here, right now, was overwhelming. But as she opened his shirt and revealed his chest, he noticed her demeanor shift; she appeared shy, and he instinctively froze. Stopping his kisses, he leaned his forehead against hers, searching her gaze for clarity.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" he asked gently.
"I don’t know," she whispered, a hint of uncertainty lacing her words.
"Look at me, please." His voice coaxed her, and she met his gaze, her dark eyes glimmering with lust.
"What do you want? Tell me, beautiful," he urged softly.
"You," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, "but I don’t think I'm ready."
"If you’re unsure, then we w
