The hand braced beside her head began to move slow, sensual gliding along her arm, down her side, brushing the curve beneath her breast before settling at her waist. His fingers dug into her skin possessively.
Sofía trembled beneath him, fragile as a leaf in a storm. The heat, the sparks, the overwhelming pull it was maddening. Still, she fought it.
His thumb traced her ribs, and panic flared sharply inside her as it drifted to the lower edge of her bosom. She clenched her thighs, instinctively trying to curl inward, but he abruptly pressed his weight down, pinning her in place.
A sharp gasp tore from her lips as the sparks exploded through her. She was crushed beneath him.
She squealed when his teeth sank into her neck rough, possessive before he soothed the spot with nibbling kisses and slow suckling. Her breathing turned ragged, her heart pounding so violently in her chest she was sure he could hear it, could feel it, like it was about to shatter her ribcage.
