Chapter 12He’d been ensnared the moment he found her wandering the hall.
She was so ripe, still wearing the nectar of her orgasm like a perfume designed specifically to trigger his basest instincts. The fact that she was covered up meant little when he already knew what the black silk hid. In fact, the tantalizing glimpses of ivory skin beneath the dark fabric had just spurred him further.
Then, she’d spoken. Expressed concern. Avowed belief.
And when he’d seen the telltale evidence of her pulse making the gossamer skin in her throat quiver, Dec knew the taste he’d had wasn’t enough.
He needed more.
The crush of his mouth to hers roused the memory of soft flesh, supple and yielding beneath his, reverting to reality again with the pliant press of her body against Dec’s chest. It took a
