He looked almost unreal.
Dark hair loose around his jaw, pale blue eyes almost gray in the low light, locked onto mine like he was reading something I hadn't said out loud. His frame was massive and still above me, heavy hands pinning my wrists to the mattress, his body tense above mine, but not with hesitation.
He dipped his head toward my mouth, and I parted my lips—expecting the bruising kiss he'd promised.
Instead, he went to my neck.
His mouth found the pulse point there and sucked hard, and the sensation shot through me so sharply I almost forgot how to breathe.
While I was still reeling, his free hand slid my dress up to my waist, pushed beneath my panties, and touched me.
His finger slid inside me before I could catch my breath. I was already so wet for him that my body too
