He cursed softly, then lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me inside to the large bed. He laid me down gently, but there was nothing gentle in the way he looked at me — like he was memorizing every inch, like he was about to lose control.

He kissed his way down my body — slow, deliberate kisses along my neck, my collarbone, my breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking over it, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp. His hand slid between my thighs, fingers finding me soaked. Two thick fingers pushed inside me — deep, curling immediately against...