I asked him to make me feel like a woman again. I needed him to show me what it felt like to be in the clouds once more. And heaven was exactly where we were going.
"Make me yours." That was what I asked him—and that's what he was doing... claiming me, marking me as his.
I felt his heat as his palms grazed my skin. It was burning me—and I liked the pain.
His hunger spoke through his panting. The sound of him chasing his breath while inhaling my scent only fueled the fire in me.
There was wildness in his eyes—the darkest, baddest kind of desire, showing me the depth of his uncontrollable lust.
He gripped my thighs like he was afraid I’d disappear, like he needed me to stay pinned beneath him just a little longer.
And yes, I wanted it too. But things were happening too quickly, and I d
