The Taste of Submission
“Ryan pushed her gently, a firm but insistent pressure on her shoulder.”
Corvina complied without a thought, lying down flat on her back, the white robe a modest cloud around her still-sensitized body. Ryan leaned on top of her again, his weight a welcome anchor, his knees bracketing her hips. He began to loosen the belt of her robe. The fabric parted slowly, revealing the soft curve of her belly, the dip of her navel, and finally, the swell of her breasts.
“His own robe was already gone, discarded before he had climbed onto the bed, and she could feel the hard planes of his chest against her, the rough texture of the hair there a delicious friction against her skin.”