The delight he felt when she responded to the kiss was beyond anything he had felt his entire life. All the hesitation she had earlier was replaced with gentle yielding, and he was ready to welcome her with the surging tide of his longing.
The past weeks without her was hell. The man had no other way to describe it, and the memory of it only made him eager to drown himself at this moment. If he could erase the traces of tears he caused, this was his only chance of redemption.
“Sander,” she managed to call his name softly amidst the gradual escalation of intensity between them.
Claiming her trembling lips evoked the fire in his limbs. The next thing he knew, his hands were all over her. He was pulling her closer and harder, and the only thing Primrose could do was cling to him to keep
