Chapter 3

My dress was still hitched around my waist, my thighs slick with arousal. The weight of what we were doing pressed down on me, but it only made me wetter, my body aching for more.

Damian stood behind me, his breath hot against the back of my neck as he leaned in.

I could feel the crucifix before he even touched me. Then, the cold metal pressed against my bare skin, the jagged edges biting into the delicate flesh of my neck.

A shiver ran down my spine, my nipples hardening ...