"Your lips," He whispered again, touching them softly with his thumb and dragging it across, "God, these lips...," He stared at them like the hungry beast he was, and then his fingers trailed a heated path down to her neck, pinching softly on the bruises he had left there..

She moaned softly.

They skidded further down, till both hands were gently moulding her breasts, his palms tickling her nipples.

Rhiannon cried out, and her legs trembled.

He squeezed softly, and she grabbed his arm ...