The cool Parisian night air was no match for the heat radiating from the rose-petal-strewn bed. Killian moved over Raya with a predatory grace, pinning her wrists above her head. He didn't keep them there for long; instead, he released her hands and lightly glided his fingers down her arms, a slow, torturous trail that made her shiver and let out a soft, broken moan.
"Your skin is so soft, Raya," he rasped, his voice thick with a hunger he no longer tried to hide. "Your lips taste like peaches... so sweet."
He worshipped her face, his kisses traveling from her jawline to her neck, before he leaned in to nibble her earlobe. His hands glided down her sides, tracing back up to cup her breasts through the sheer lace. He kissed her collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin where her pu
