Declan ran his hand along the flat of her abdomen and back up, his knuckles skimming her breasts. Miles and miles of smooth skin met his perusing hands, and he couldn't keep them off her. Although her wound had already begun healing, he avoided that section of bandaged flesh, allowing his fingertips to barely brush the velvety soft skin on either side of it. He bent, his lips pressing against the flesh of her cheek, her jaw. A shuddering moan slid from her, and her body undulated beneath his mouth in a delicious wave. Lust, hard and rampant, stampeded through him. The blood in his body drained from his light head to his throbbing manhood. Damping it down, he focused on pleasing Anastasia.
His mouth traveled down the slim column of her neck, tracing the line of her collarbone and back agai
