Fifty Shades Of Lovia
I whispered, letting my fingers brush against the curls at the nape of his neck.
His hands slid lower, pressing into the curve of my hips, tugging me against him with deliberate force. “Talk to me, Lovia. Tell me what you want right now.”
Then I deliberately pressed my lips against his shoulder, inhaling his scent, letting the heat between us build. “I want… to feel you,” I whispered, voice husky. “I want you to remind me of your lustful desires, and how much you crave.”
Shane’s fingers gripped my hips harder, and his lips captured mine in a kiss that was both desperate and claiming.