My hands search his face before snaking through his loose raven locks and yanking. He groans at the pain, but the way he shudders against me tells me everything I need to know. Hunger. Delight. More.
His lips leave mine, leaving me desperate for their return.
Tenderlessly, he kicks my feet apart, forcing my legs wider. The agony dissipates when I feel his lips at my neck. His hands snake over my middle as he works his way downward before sinking to his knees. His hands rake up my thighs, the hem of my skirt lifting under his touch, exposing nearly the whole length of my legs. His eyes flicker up to meet mine and in a moment of dark realization, I stop breathing altogether.
All I can do is brace myself against the steady wood of the door behind me. Because Harlan begins kissing my thigh,
