Quiet Reign
He lifted her farther onto the mahogany surface, his hands sliding beneath the hem of her sweater, tracing the warm, sensitive skin of her ribs.
Selah arched her back, a breathless whimper escaping her as Xavier’s lips left her mouth to trace a path down her throat, his teeth gently nipping the sensitive skin of her shoulder. They stripped away the barriers of their clothes with a frantic, feverish desperation, the rain outside drumming a wild, rhythmic beat against the glass.
In the warm glow of the firelight, Xavier settled between her thighs, his eyes locked onto hers with an unyielding, primal devotion. Slowly, deliberately, he drove himself deep inside her.