~ JOHN PAUL ~
Lark was incredible. She came alive under his hands in a way that thrilled and humbled him. As he arched her back over the bed, his entire body trembling with need, he forced himself to move slowly, whispering to her to trust him, stroking down her leg, then lifting the one knee to hook over his hip and open her to him.
When he sank against her—he hadn’t even taken her yet!—he shuddered with the sheer pleasure of being skin-to-skin with her. She’d arched her back so her breasts were pressed high against his chest, but when he rocked his hips and drew himself along her softest, most sensitive skin, her mouth fell open and her hands tightened on his shoulders.
“Again,” she gasped.
His leash was already taut, ready to snap, but he couldn’t resist. And so he did.
He wanted
