Who I am about to sleep with.
The most forbidden man of all.
But the fact that whatever this is between us could never exist beyond tonight makes it easier to surrender to it.
Just for tonight.
Tonight.
Tonight.
Justtonight.
Without breaking the kiss, one of his hands slides behind my back and unclasps my bra.
The fabric is gone a second later.
His mouth drops to my breast immediately.
He sucks my nipple into his mouth, biting gently before soothing the sting with his tongue, then moves to the other, giving it the same attention.
My fingers slide into his hair, which is now deliciously dishevelled beneath my hands as I grip it tightly.
An ache builds low in my body.
The emptiness there is almost unbearable, and foreign in equal measure.
I don’t understand it.
This is what it should feel like. I am certain of it.
And now that I have found it, why with him?
A Wardgrave of all people.
Hunter Wardgrave—the man I should never want, the one I could never have, yet the one who makes me delirious with pleasure
He moves lower, trailing kisses down my stomach, his teeth catching my skin now and then, and it is maddening.
Goosebumps race over my entire body.
His fingers hook into the sides of my thong, and he slowly drags it down my legs before tossing it aside.
His eyes lift to mine.
“I’m going to devour you,” he murmurs.
Then he spreads my legs apart and lowers himself between them without another word or warning.
His mouth finds my centre immediately.
The first touch of his tongue on my clit sends a jolt through my whole body.
A moan escapes me.
My hands dive back into his hair as my eyes fall shut, trying not to embarrass myself and fall apart before we’ve even begun.
But the way he touches me, the way his tongue moves over me…
