Sweet Dreams
Selene stepped forward, closing the distance between them, her fingers tracing the delicate strap of Callista’s slip, sliding it down ever so slowly.
“Then let’s make it last,” she murmured, her voice sultry, laced with promise.
She kissed her deep, desperate, the kind of kiss that burned. Callista melted into it, her hands tangling in Selene’s dark hair, tugging her closer, needing her, needing this. Their tongues met, tasting, claiming, drinking in the last moments before everything shattered.
Selene’s hands roamed, fingertips dragging over Callista’s bare arms, down the curve of her waist, gripping her hips. Her lips trailed along Callista’s jaw, her breath hot against her ear.