ZION EMBERTHORN

I tightened my grip around her waist, pressing her hips against the smooth, polished table.

The contrast of the cool surface against the heat radiating between us heightened the sensation. Allison's lime dress teased with a slit that revealed her smooth thighs, inviting my hands to explore. I traced the curve of her bare skin, feeling the tremor of her arousal mingling with my own primal need.

Her scent, always a hint of honey, intoxicated me, a scent that ...