Raavi wasn’t able to answer since Caspian moved back to her lips, and this time, he was no longer chaste about it. He took her like he was a starving man, his kisses demanding and his hands were exploring her body freely. Instead of pushing him away—which was the rational thing to do—she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her. Parting her lips, she allowed his tongue to delve in, tasting and exploring. She let out a moan when she felt his hand cupped one of her mounds—the action made her clothing a complete disheveled. Her heel dug into the mattress, shifting her skirt to rise dangerously up her thighs.
“To wake with you every morning,” Caspian said with a groan, and it flatters her that he is even thinking of that.
When the man pulled away to pay attention to her neck
