SERA
“But first…” he said, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.
Before I could ask what he meant, his hands were on me again; strong, possessive, and the next second, I gasped as he tossed me onto the bed like I weighed nothing.
The soft bounce of the mattress beneath me, the dominance in his touch, it all hit me at once, a jolt straight to my core.
A breath whooshed out of me, half gasp, half laugh, breathless, pulse wild, watching him prowl toward the bed. His eyes were locked on me; hot, ravenous, and devouring.
Each slow, deliberate step made me burn more.
When he spoke again, it came out as a promise and a threat all in one.
“I’m going to taste you,” he growled. “Every inch of you, and I’m not stopping until I make you beg for more.”
The words hit me like a fever.
I felt
