Eve
His mouth was still on mine, tasting of me and him and everything forbidden, when he shifted.
One strong hand slid down my thigh, hooking under my knee with deliberate slowness. He lifted my leg, guiding it up until my calf rested against his shoulder, opening me completely to him. The stretch burned sweetly along my inner thigh, and I gasped into the kiss, feeling cool air rush against my soaked core.
He pulled back just enough to look down at me, eyes dark and feral, breath ragged.
“You’re so f*****g beautiful like this,” he rasped, voice rough with restraint.
I couldn’t answer. My heart was pounding too hard, my body already aching for more.
He held my leg steady, his other hand guiding himself to my entrance—teasing, sliding the thick head through my wetness, coating himself,
