Dark Desires: Forbidden romance stories
I hated that woman though I would be damned if I said it out loud.
But right now, none of that mattered.
“I want you more than ever,” Ely growled, the sound vibrating against my lips.
His hands gripped the zipper of my dress, his teeth grazing the fabric as he slowly, torturously, dragged it down.
My body trembled under his gaze, his eyes devouring every inch of exposed skin. Desire coursed through me, hot and liquid, pooling low in my belly.
God, this man.
Everything about him set me ablaze. His intensity, his touch, the way he looked at me like I was his salvation and his undoing.