Erina

　　Paxton kissed my shoulder, lips moving slowly over my flesh. He nuzzled his nose against my neck, inhaling my scent. I wondered, did I smell that good? The way he moaned, pressing his hardness against me had me convinced I did.

　　"Divine," he whispered, licking the same spot. His husky voice made my insides quicken. I wanted this man, I wanted all of them. How had I gone from being prey to being so willing? Whatever, as long as it felt good I would give ...