Danilo’s POV
Bailee’s legs wrap around my waist, her weight is practically nothing and I easily support her as I stumble forward, pressing her back against the wall of the cabin as she tugs at the t-shirt covering my chest.
Using my pelvis to pin her in place, I lift my arms, the she wolf ripping the thin top from my body in seconds before fusing or lips back together again.
Her nimble fingers trace down my spine, fingernails scratching lightly as she moans softly into my mouth.
She tastes amazing, like strawberry ice cream on the hottest of days, just one taste and I’m already addicted.
Bailee grinds herself against me as my hands trail up under her top, touching every inch of her smooth creamy skin that I can without removing the clothing. Perversely, the anticipation of seeing what
