He left wet kisses down to her belly, stripping her, slowly, deliberately, tugging the panties down, inch by inch, kissing every stretch of exposed flesh.

Her stomach. Her belly button. The dip of her waist. Her thigh.

Each kiss was possessive, each touch—a promise she'd never forget.

When he finally peeled the panties away, his gaze burned as he spread her thighs wide. Eloise squirmed under the weight of his stare, heat flooding her face.

“ Beautiful,” he muttered hoarsely, dragging a finger through her slick folds. Her back arched, a whimper spilling from her lips.

He smirked, biting his lower lip gently. “ Easy girl, I've barely touched you,...