Beg, Because I won't Let You Go!
Not now, not ever.
And in a kiss that was wild and full of panic, all resistance, all questions, all shadows of a bleak future melted into one primitive need.
On the cold executive desk, with the grand panorama of Herlington as a silent witness behind the giant window, Hazel surrendered to the current. Her legs opened—a silent invitation that Diego answered immediately. With practiced movements, he removed every barrier between them—buttons, zippers, silk—until Hazel’s warm, trembling skin was exposed to the cool air of the room.