He gripped her thigh like it grounded him, like letting go would rip him apart.
His mouth devoured the arch of her foot, not just kissing but claiming like he could taste every moan she hadn’t released yet.
His voice was a low growl against her skin,
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
And in that moment, under dim lights and raw need, it wasn’t just desire.
It was obsession, unfiltered and all-consuming.
His mouth devoured the arch of her foot, not just kissing but claiming like he could taste every moan she hadn’t released yet.
His voice was a low growl against her skin,
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
And in that moment, under dim lights and raw need, it wasn’t just desire.
It was obsession, unfiltered and all-consuming.
