Alice’s POV
His words slide over my skin like silk, unraveling every defense I didn’t know I still had. I feel myself surrendering—completely—to the moment... to him.
He grounds me with a slow, steady rhythm that leaves me breathless. It’s exquisite, almost unbearable in its restraint. My moans escape before I can stop them, and then he shifts.
He withdraws his fingers from me, gliding them between his lips, tasting me. His eyes lock on mine, heavy with desire, and my breath catches.
Then he lowers himself and kisses me, stealing what little air I have left.
A groan rumbles deep in his chest. “I want to f**k you, Alice.”
The rawness in his voice sends a violent shiver down my spine. My body arches into him, aching, desperate. I’ve never been this turned on in my nineteen years of exi
