CHAPTER 17
He paused just a moment, letting his fingertips linger at the edge of my lace, tugging it aside, slowly, deliberately, until I was fully bared to him — vulnerable, passionate, a creature made entirely of want. His breath was warm against me, a shaky exhale that seemed to appreciate every inch, every fold. I tightened my grip on his shoulders, knuckles turning white as I fought to keep from begging him to ease that sweet agony.
He pressed a reverent kiss directly to my core — a soft, deliberate affirmation — then began a slow exploration with his tongue. The moment he tasted me, I fell backwards against the sideboard, arching into him, a rush of pure, elemental pleasure overtaking me. His movements grew bolder, more deliberate — a rhythmic pressure designed to bring me to the e
