The havoc he was wreaking was too thrilling to deny, his fingers plucking at the nipple he wasn’t sucking, a sweet torture that dragged a keening moan from Chloe's throat, and curled her hands over his broad shoulders, to take a bite out of his gorgeousness.

God, he was far too good at this. Her panties were already damp and he wasn’t anywhere near her pussy. Her fingers tunneled into his hair, holding him prisoner as his teeth grazed over one aching bud. Like a willing magnet, her back arched into his ministrations, desperate for more.

"Damn, you’re so fucking lush," he muttered, slashes of colour staining his chiselled cheekbones...