(Danielle)
His lips moved against me, hotter, harder, as his fingers grazed my waist. I pressed my hand against his ass, digging my nails into his flesh, pulling him closer like...
"A b***h on heat?" Rexi snorted. "You've got it bad, Danielle. Badder than before."
I groaned.
His lips were soft but the way he kissed wasn’t. It was hunger and regret and relief. His hand slid up my spine, drawing me closer, anchoring me to him. I felt every part of him—his warmth, the low rumble in his chest, the way he tilted his head just right like he was rediscovering me with his mouth.
Goddess. This man would destroy me, and I would let him. f***k. My pus.sy clenched in need and desire. And it was wrong, wrong to want him naked, hungry, begging more of me.
My fingers clutched his shoulders, one han
