WARNING: This chapter contains mature and detailed content. Please read at your own discretion.
SASHA ROSARIO'S POINT OF VIEW
"U-Uhmm.... hmmph!" A soft groan slips past my lips as I tilt my head back, giving Dallius better access to my neck.
I'd thought he'd kiss my mouth—but instead, his lips find my skin, leaving a trail of warm kisses, gentle sucks, and slow licks down my throat. We're still standing by the door, and I know it's wide open. My pulse hammers with a mix of thrill and shame—what if someone walks by and sees us like this?
Every brush of his lips sends shivers rippling through me. My hands are fisted in his shirt, but the fabric clings so tight to his frame that it feels like I'm touching his hard, sculpted chest directly.
"O-Oh... Dallius." I breathe his name as his mouth drifts lower, to the hollow of my collarbone. He's bent deep over me, seemingly oblivious to any strain in his muscles as he keeps going, keeps claiming me.
