Deep Inside
maybe even more so, with his lean frame and that dangerous curve of his lips that promised things no one dared speak aloud.
Cassie’s body was a weapon too, tall, lithe, with curves that whispered promises beneath her midnight-black silk dress. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, outlining the swell of her breasts, the slender arch of her back, the sharp curve of her hips. Her skin was smooth and pale, a stark contrast to the dark silk that traced her every move. Tonight, she was the hunter, and the prey was about to fall.