When he goes rough, he’s a monster. Still, he knows how to be gentle as an angel when he wants to be.

I matched the slow pace of our kiss. Every touch of his lips meant a thousand to me, and I loved the honey he passed into my mouth, swallowing it greedily.

Slowly, he broke the kiss, our lips barely separating. I stared up at him while his eyes remained fixed on my mouth.

"I want you, Don Sullivan," I whispered.

He met my gaze before offering a slow grin.

"You're mine," he murmured. "Sei mia."

He tipped the bottle, pouring warm honey over my skin. The thick liquid...