~Annalyn POV~
The scent of him, the press of his body, the raw dominance in the way he held me... it was intoxicating and she fed on it, thrived on it, every motion more primal, more possessive.
Ezra pressed me back against a tree, one hand gripping my waist, the other sliding dangerously higher. My breath hitched and she didn't stop him …. she arched into his touch, nails biting into his shoulders.
I was drowning in sensation, trapped in my own skin. My heart thundered, and my vision blurring as his mouth claimed mine again... deeper, rougher and every thrust of his tongue was matched by the slow, grinding roll of his hips against mine.
I hated how my body responded... how the heat pooled, how my thighs clenched, how my lips parted on a gasp.
Ezra's voice was hoarse now, trembling with restrained hunger. "This… this is what I wanted."
"Then take it," she challenged, her voice a dark promise, and he did without hesitation.
