The intimate string of saliva between their lips broke as Vincent pulled Dorothy onto the bed.
He knelt beside her on one knee, taking his time to unbutton his shirt.
His eyes never left her face, savoring every expression she made.
Dorothy lay beneath him, her head tilted back, legs restless and squirming in anticipation.
With a metallic click, his belt buckle came undone—like the sound of champagne being uncorked before a grand celebration.
Their clothes fell to the floor, and Vincent's heated body pressed against her cool skin, the last bit of her self-restraint burning away.
He intertwined his fingers with hers, pushing her hands above her head, pressing them into the soft mattress.
Dorothy whimpered, her neck arched as he sucked forcefully at her skin. Her breath came out in ra
