Tiffany
His hand lifts to cup my face. His breath is gentle on my skin. It feels like the world is on fire the moment his fingers tickles my cheeks. The icy eyes turns gray. His lips moves but no words formed. There is a wild and animalistic hunger in his eyes and lips and touches.
"Tiffany look at me, please," he says. There is command in his tone but I am not the least bit surprised. This man is the alpha male, the mysterious man with a clear, dreamy voice and I am surrendering to every word he says without questions.
I look up at him and feel his hand go from my cheeks to the small of my back. Hotness spreads through my body and the bud between my thighs. I've never felt this way with someone in a long time. This change is more than welcome.
But just as quickly, it ends. And I sw
