Damien

Help her remember.

Ella’s fingers gripped the sheets as my kisses neared her core. Spreading her knees apart, I teased her warm, wet pussy with my tongue. As her hips bucked, I remembered the text message I’d sent. Moving my kisses higher, I climbed over her until our lips met. Her fingers weaved through my hair, pulling me toward her. We were two people hungry for one another.

Ravished.

Starved.

Ella was no ...