She watched him watch her.

She felt like she was experiencing heaven.

Arielle thought she would break when he first entered her, and now the pleasure had overridden anything else.

Luciano’s eyes were an inferno of passion, eating her up alive. His hands slid like satin on her skin, over her hips, her rib cage, caressing her breasts. Then he ducked his head once more and his velvet tongue branded every inch of her body until every cell and atom felt alive and fevered.

A sheen of perspiration clung to his forehead, and she ached to lick it up and get drunk on him. High on him. She thrashed under...