The demon of pleasure, as Kelsea had called him, traced her back with the tips of his fingers; it was smooth and smooth like a baby's. He descended carefully, causing her to arch her back from the warmth of his hands. She was not lying when she told him she was addicted to him; she felt that her body craved him and that her skin desired him, especially after the weeks she spent believing him dead. Many times, she had nightmares about him; she saw him in a coffin, but other times, she dreamed that the man beneath her legs shattered her into a thousand pieces.
Kelsea crossed her hands over his neck and firmly clasped his lips. Carter's lips were soft and full, but his kisses were as strong and wild as a mating animal.
A sigh escaped from Kelsea's lips as she felt her husband squeeze her bu
