NORA POV
He kissed me again, this time slower but a bit harsher, his teeth occasionally grazing my lips. I was dizzy with him—dizzy with the need and the possessiveness radiating off him.
“You don’t even know what you do to me,” he whispered in my neck, biting lightly at the mark. “I can’t… I can’t control myself around you, Nora.”
I whimpered, hands grabbing his shoulders.
“I want to see you lose it,” he murmured, low and dangerous. “I want you shaking, trembling… dripping… begging… only for me. You get that?”
“Yes… yes…” I breathed, head spinning, body shaking. I wanted him. I needed him.
His hands went to my waistband. I lifted my hips. He pulled them down to my ankles and pulled me forward so I was sitting at the edge of the table. My pulse was racing, mouth dry.
He pulled a cha
