Olivia Westview
He moved with a sudden, predatory grace, pinning me against the cool marble of the wall.
My breath hitched as his hand shot out, capturing my wrists and pinning them above my head. I was helpless, a bird caught in a snare, and I liked it. Oh, I liked it very much.
His lips descended, claiming mine in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. He tasted of champagne and forbidden desire, and I moaned into his mouth, my body arching against him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue demanding entrance, and I willingly surrendered, drowning in the sensation of his mouth on mine.
He broke away, his eyes burning with a possessive hunger. "You taste so good," he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
He trailed kisses down my neck, his stubble tickling my
