~Ella~
His hand moved slowly up my bare back, the warmth of his palm sending a sharp shiver through me, my heart hitching at the intimacy of his touch. His gaze lingered on my face for a heartbeat, before drifting downward, darkening as it traced the exposed breasts.
I barely registered the movement before he lifted me with effortless strength and set me on the dressing table. The cool surface contrasted with the heat pooling inside me. His hands slid to my knees, guiding them apart with quiet confidence as he stepped between me, closing the space until there was nowhere left to retreat. One hand rose to my tangled hair, fingers curling lightly as he leaned in.
His lips brushed mine—so close I could taste him—but he didn't kiss me. Instead, he moved slowly, deliberately, leaving lingering trails along my jaw, down to the sensitive curve of my neck.
