Evangeline

Slow.

Deep.

Consuming.

His lips flames with so much desiree against mine. His breath burns my skin, drawing me into his abyss. His tongue strokes mine. I brace my palms over his shoulders and surrender to the sensational feeling.

My throat rumbles with sounds foreign even to my own ear. Alexander pulls back, his eyes dancing with mine. The stormy-grey orbs turn a darker shade as they rake my features. He cups my face, his fingers brushing my skin ghostly while he gazes at me ...