Bree’s POV
“Rosie,” he tilts downward, so close that our breath mingles. His dark gaze stares deep into my soul, keeping me frozen.
Then he cups my cheek with his rough palm, and gently strokes my lips with his thumb, squashing a bit until my lips obey his every move.
“Say my name if you're in danger.” He murmurs to my hearing.
The hot fanning of his breath leaves my breath ragged. I just mop and gulp dryly. I stiffen when his hand glides down to tease my throat. My senses are heightened. I'm more aware of how half-naked I am. The cool morning breeze isn't helping either, it hits me with a smooth rhythm, parts my thighs wider, and strokes in between.
‘Uhh…’ I suck up the moan and try to focus, try to breathe normally even though it feels like I’m drowning.
“Zack…” I mutter, lips
