Stan paused, lifting his mouth from her breast with a wet, obscene pop that made Sophie whimper at the sudden loss. His lips trailed downward in a slow, burning path, kissing the underside of one heavy curve, then lower, along the soft cleavage valley between her breasts, before drifting to the delicate skin of her neck.
He lingered there, sucking gently at first, then harder, marking her with a low groan that vibrated against her pulse.
But he couldn't stay away for long.
He returned to her breasts like a man possessed, no more gentle teasing, just raw dominance.
"I just can't get enough of you, Sophie," he growled against her skin, voice thick with hunger. One hand pinned both her wrists above her head, holding them firmly to the mattress so she couldn't push him away or cover herself. His other hand claimed one breast fully, squeezing the plush, milky flesh with possessive strength.
