J U L I A N
A hunter had ensnared his target.
That thought consumed me as I kissed her for the second time.
Yet, she wasn’t mine, and I had no right to be here.
It wasn’t merely that I was a stranger to her; it was the unsettling sense that I somehow knew her. The reasons for this connection eluded me.
Still, I craved her taste, her soft lips, and the gentle touch of her fingers as she fought to manage her overwhelming desires.
Summer embodied sweetness and innocence, a woman deserving of reverence rather than the reckless abandon of a rogue like me.
As our intimacy intensified, she didn’t seem to mind my dominance over her tongue or the time we shared.
I could feel her awakening, her desires eclipsing the fear she had of the man who had likely saved her life. The reality was stark: two attackers had intended to end her life simply for the sake of their greed for the SUV.
Her body pressed against mine, the intoxicating scent of her longing filling my senses. As I str
