❦ Rosalind ❦
Bliss.
Raw, unbridled desire.
Our mouths slanted and sucked with an urgency that threatened to claw my chest from the inside out.
For a second, I dared to dream that this could be my reality if I chose to stay.
This.
The hard planes of muscle uncoiling under my palms, the grip of his arms around my waist. The groans, the pants. And when we tore apart, the fire in his stormy gray orbs that burned with the same heat, making a mess of my core.
Trapped between his large, muscular arms, restraint clouded his features, the war in his eyes making my n*****s jut against my sheer nightgown.
“I won’t settle for one kiss.” I breathed between my panting.
“Two kisses then. And two thrusts.” His smirk was a little too cunning, too wicked.
Nothing good ever came from bargaining w
