Ethan's self-control was like a restraint. When it snapped, a loud tearing sound echoed in the room. Bits of dark fabric fluttered around us, forming small puddles on the bed. The cold air rushed against my exposed skin, making me breathe heavily. He had ripped the dress off my body, leaving it a mess in his desperate need to take me, to claim me.
All that was left was my bra and underwear, a dark lace set that was both cute and modest. If I had known this would happen, I would have worn something better, something sexier and more mature.
"No," Ethan said in a rough voice, his deep voice as his eyes roamed my body. Those dark eyes blinked to meet mine, endless pools of his own desire focused on me. Every word that came out of his lips was like a curse and a praise, all wrapped in a dark
