Evangeline

His skin is warm against mine.

His fingers are trembling against my skin.

Every inch of my skin now burns red from Alexander’s mouth-ly worship. A moan rumbles in my throat, my fingers tightening on the mass of dark hair sprawled over my abdomen as Xander’s kiss lingers on my pelvis.

Storm-grey eyes catch on mine like magnets.

I shudder.

The last time Alexander had me in this position, I was just Evangeline, a girl he took back to his hotel from some club.

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