Dashiell hovered above her, bare-chested and beautiful in the half-light, his weight pinning her to the mattress. Reign could feel the hard planes of his abs pressing against her stomach, the heat radiating from his skin making her own feel feverish and too sensitive.
"Please," she whispered, arching up to meet him.
And almost immediately, his mouth found her throat, teeth grazing, tongue soothing, while his hand slid lower down her body. His fingers traced the inside of her thigh, teasing, circling closer until they found her centre. She gasped as he touched her, slick and swollen and desperate for him.
His eyes, hooded, stayed fixed on her the entire time.
“You keep making sounds like that,” he murmured against her ear, his deep voice rough enough to make her shiver, as one finger
