Maddison Lorenzo.
Adonis’s hands find the zip of my top and shed it off my skin, letting it fall to the floor. He comes back to kiss me, and it’s wicked and deep. I give him my tongue, he gives me his. We kiss so sensually it’s crazy that I forget we’re in his house, with his whole family probably just rooms away.
My hands rub over the hard planes of his chest, the powerful core of his shoulders. He’s so strong. Never, from the day I met him, did I think it would come to this: me feeling this awful ache at the thought of walking away from him.
But tomorrow is that day. So I want this. One more night. Just this one to burn into my memory, something to think about when I’m long gone from here. Even now, as he feasts his eyes on my breasts, I melt. And when he brings his mouth down and st
