Sinful Thoughts
No one else except her existed in this moment, and I couldn’t get enough of her—the softness of her lips, the sweetness of her taste, the little moans and gasps as I explored her mouth with the hunger of a man starved.
If kisses had colors, this one would reflect the tatters of control swirling around us, a symphony of crimson and amber and pure, stunning cobalt. They sank beneath my skin, sending electric currents over every raw, exposed nerve.
In a world of black and white, she was my kaleidoscope. “Axel.” Lydia’s breathless pant slipped through my haze.
“We should leave. Go somewhere more private.”
A surge of lust outpaced my desire to prolong this moment, and I pulled back, soaking in th