My heart skips a beat as I look up from applying mascara, and his gaze catches mine in the mirror’s reflection—his hunger for me is undeniable, setting off fireworks in my stomach.
“Hands against the wall.”
As I obey, he lifts the hem of my dress, yanks down my thong, and enters me in one swift motion.
I can barely draw breath between steamy gasps of pleasure as his passionate thrusts penetrate my depths, claiming me as his own. His raw, pulsing energy fills me, and stardust explodes behind my eyelids, sending waves of blinding ecstasy ricocheting through me.
