Chapter Twelve
Her limbs felt boneless. The burn from the bites had subsided but she was a far way from recovering from the way he’d applied it. It was all she could do to drag a shaking breath into her lungs. His touch had started tentatively, both of them overwhelmed with the stench of the ointment, but he’d gradually gained confidence as her pulse skyrocketed and she’d forgotten about the smell.
It was zero to a hundred in a nanosecond.
She reeled at his ability to envelop her in a sensuous world of touch. So fast, so complete. In an instant there were no agonising bites, no tight skin, and it wasn’t because of the ointment.
It was him. He connected when he touched. He knew what would set her blood on fire, knew how to captivate and arouse. It was absolute. Compelling. He commanded
