Raine's POV

"Good girl," he purred. One of his hands wound up to the base of my neck, his fingers entwined in my hair to keep me where he wanted me, while the pressure of his mouth against my skin became firmer, more demanding. 

He trailed kisses along my shoulders and down to the ridges of my breasts, leaving my skin on fire along his chosen path. My head fell back, surrendering more of my flesh to him, a moan escaping from my lips. Images of pleasure to come, flooded my brain, his body on top of mine. Teasing. Touching. Dominating. What could he do with his hands? His mouth?...