Kendrick’s kiss carried the fresh scent of the sea breeze and the warmth of the summer sun. His tongue traced her lips with tender precision, and when he finally pried them open, his dominance left her whole body weak.
Annabelle felt like a scoop of ice cream melting in his arms—bit by bit, he consumed her.
And he truly did consume her.
She didn’t know when it happened, but at some point, she found herself lying flat on the bed.
She didn’t know when, but at some point, her dress had slipped down to her ankles.
And without any warning, Kendrick had taken her from head to toe.
Her mind turned hazy, as if she were floating on the ocean, rising and falling with the waves he created.
By the time she drifted back to shore, she opened her eyes slightly and found Kendrick lying beside her,
