Bella’s dark eyes glimmered with a sudden, hungry desire, and a slow, wicked smile curved over her lips.
Without a word, she rose from the couch, her body trembling with unsteady movements.
She swayed for a moment, the floor tilting beneath her, before forcing herself into two awkward, unsteady steps toward the low, wooden coffee table, her fingers brushing its edge for support.
With a soft grunt, Bella sank to her knees on the rug, leaning forward so that only her upper body rested on the cool surface of the low coffee table.
She nudged a few empty bottles aside, the faint clink of glass echoing in the quiet room, creating just enough space to brace herself.
Her back arched deeply, every curve of her spine and shoulder blades outlined.
The dim, gentle light of the sitting room fel
