Cora's moans filled the room like music, her body pulsating under Ferguson's every touch. He took her lips in his, making her moans his own. His hands traced her waistline slowly, holding them possessively to himself. His eyes stared into hers.

“I've missed you,” he said, his voice a low whisper.

“Then show me. Show me how much you've missed me.”

Her mouth parted. A gasp escaped as his hand slipped between her thighs.

He kissed her again. His kisses weren’t tender—they ...