*Frannie*
I welcome him as I might air to breathe or sun to warm. His brandy taste is an aphrodisiac, igniting the flames of desire until they spread through my body, heating my core, licking at my fingertips. I glide my fingers up his bare arms and feel the muscles rippling beneath my palms. His strength is palpable, his determination evident. His kiss is more aggressive than any he’s ever given me, as though with my surrender, whatever beasts of pleasure that have been lying in wait are now unleashed.
Breathing harshly, he trails his hot mouth along my throat, his tongue swirling over my skin, his teeth nipping. “Stop me if I frighten you, but know that I will not hurt you, but neither can I go gently. I want you too badly, have been patient too long.”
He once warned me that he was no
