He always knew exactly what to say to melt any resistance on her part. He was a seducer with words.

For some reason she expected his kiss to be gentle, sweet. Julian was neither.

He simply took her mouth with no hesitation—as if it was his, as if she was his, as if that devastating possession was his right. Like he didn't need to ask. Like all those times they'd spent together was enough to claim her as his own.

It was like a bomb detonated inside of her, exploding through her limbs, white-hot fire and spiraling need combusting again and again and again, leaving her weak. Wanting. Her breasts...