Aiden cups her chin and tilts her head to the side, so he can kiss her neck. She's beginning to wonder if the Alpha has an obsession with necks. "Oh, Anna. If only you know how exquisite you are," he breathes against her burning skin.
A sob wrenches itself from her throat. They're going to be the death of her. She's sure of it.
Aiden's hands lower to grasp her inner thighs, and then he's forcing her legs open as wide as possible. She cries out, tightening her arms around him as she is forced to spread her legs open. It is a peculiar sensation, to be so exposed like this. Slick arousal leaks from between her legs in excess. She feels so completely debased.
Hamilton leans down between her stretched legs and presses his face to her heat. She blushes brightly when he inhales.
"Don't!" she
