His finger slides deeper into me, and then he adds another, stretching me. “Tell me about your dreams, Ravenna.”
“It’s always you. Taking me. Possessing me.”
A deep rumble leaves his throat, and in the next breath, I feel his tongue on my skin. “How?”
“In every way possible,” I choke out.
Alessandro’s body goes still and, for a few moments, the only movement I can feel is the rise and fall of his chest at my back. He curses. His teeth skim my throat as his hot breath ghosts over my skin, making me tremble. Withdrawing his hand, he spins me around, and I find myself pressed with my back to the wall.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he says as his hands grip my ass, lifting me. His voice is raw. Strained.
I wrap my legs around his waist, taking his face between my palms. “I know
