“You’re mine tonight, Lena,” he murmured possessively, as he slid the panties out of my feet. “Every inch, every sound, all for me.”
I shivered under him, desire pooling, wet and aching, I was already dripping and desperate for him. “Yes, I’m yours,” I whispered, my fingers clutching at his chest, nails grazing his skin. “Take me, Rafe, please.”
He smiled slowly, his lips brushing mine before he deepened the kiss. The taste of him made me instinctively arch into him. His hands slid down my body, lifting the hem of my dress and pulling it out of my head. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him into me, desperate for his touch.
“You feel so perfect,” he groaned against my lips, voice deep, vibrating through me. “So ready, so wet, so eager. God, Lena.”
I moaned into his mouth, hips pressi
