—Mabel—
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.
Then slowly, he leaned closer and claimed my lips.
My breath hitched, and a delicious warmth spread through me.
His kiss was slow, unhurried, yet full of possession, like he was reclaiming me with every brush of his lips.
I melted into him, my hands gripping his T-shirt for balance—or maybe for grounding.
Each time he left my lips, it was only to change position and devour them again.
I gasped as he left my lips and trailed kisses to my neck again. His hand caressed my n,ipples, kneading them, tugging them.
I opened my mouth to moan, but remembered the deal.
I swallowed hard and raked my fingers through his hair as he trailed kisses across my shoulders.
Then he leaned closer and took a ni,pple into his mouth and su
