Anelisa

The sound was swallowed by his mouth as he deepened the kiss, his other hand slipping beneath the hem of my shirt to find bare skin.

His calluses dragged over my stomach, rough and electric, before his palm cupped my other breast, squeezing hard enough that a jolt of pleasure-pain shot straight to my clit.

I broke the kiss with a sharp inhale, my head falling back as his lips trailed down my throat, teeth grazing the tendon that fluttered wildly beneath my skin.

“Fuck, you’re ...