DEMETRIA

“Let me remind you that I belong to you, Wildfire.”

“Okay…” I whispered, craving more of his touch.

He reached around to unzip my dress with a fluid tug. The fabric slid from my shoulders and gathered around my waist. My blue lace bra clung to me as the last of my resistance began to fade. The night breeze brushed over my heated skin, but I barely felt it. My mind, heart, and body were at war, and Marion was winning them all.

He rolled us in the sand with him on top now, ...