Serayah Cressors.
"Someone could hear—” I whisper but Roar silences me by slipping my leg up. It has barely been twenty minutes since we returned from horseback riding, yet here we are, hidden in the winery, lost in each other. Venus had sent us to fetch drinks for the table, but Roar never wastes an opportunity to claim me.
“Twenty minutes…” he murmurs between kisses.
“Too long. What if Venus comes searching for us?" I gasp as his mouth claims mine. My words are dissolving against his lips. My hands are pressed against his chest and heaven knows; I am intoxicated by the scent of his skin. His nose is against my skin—his lips in against my jaw. Don’t even wait for it…my resistance crumbles.
I turn my back to the shelves and Roar moves behind me. His mouth finds my neck and radically,
