Pierre’s POV

I kissed her again. My tongue was softer, more passionate. Her groans filled my ears as I pulled her in closer and ran my hands over her. She felt so soft, so inviting. She was mine. All mine.

My hands slipped beneath her shirt and I felt her soft, round breasts. She moaned and threw her head back and I squeezed and tugged at each nipple. It lengthened and hardened in my grasp and her moans grew louder.

“Pierre…”

I pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the ground. She ...