Denver
I was on top of her, caging her in, her warm skin trembling under mine, and f**k, I could feel every shiver she tried to hide.
Her lips were swollen from my kisses, breath shaky, chest rising fast against mine. One look into those wide, trusting eyes, and I knew she felt it too; she was mine, and she f*****g knew it.
I brushed a damp strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear, my hand cupping her jaw like she was the most precious thing I’d ever touch. Because she f*****g was.
God, she was beautiful.
Her bikini clung to her like it had been made just for her, curves outlined perfectly.
I leaned down, kissed her again, deeper this time, hungrier. Her hands gently massaged my scalp as our lips fought for dominance.
I dragged my lips down her throat, slow and d
