*Isla*

Maddox is ravenous, and every cell in my body responds to his touch as he lifts me up from the floor  and sets me on the stone table at the center of the gazebo. I can still taste him on my tongue, but he kisses me anyway as he unbuttons his shirt.

My hands press into his chest, feeling the hard, solid muscles there.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he rasps, his breath heavy and wanting as he trails kisses over my neck. I do as I’m told, locking my ankles ...