Cecilia's pov
The whiskey on his tongue made me feel dizzy and bold, my mouth opening for him without a single thought in my head.
I was just a body against his, pliant and willing, letting him do whatever the f**k he wanted.
My arms hung loose around his neck before tightening their hold.
"Upstairs. Now," he grunted into my mouth, the words more a command than a suggestion.
He hoisted me up like I weighed nothing, his big hands digging into the flesh of my thighs to keep me in place.
I locked my ankles behind his back, my face burning where it was pressed into the crook of his neck.
My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one by one until I could get my mouth on his skin.
I bit his collarbone, then sucked a mark lower down on his chest. I could feel the
