Master of Her Sins
My body was betraying me, melting under the sheer force of his proximity.
“Let go of me,” I breathed, though the protest lacked any real venom.
“Never again,” Seb growled against my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin right beneath my jaw, making my toes curl. His hand moved higher, cupping my breast through my bra, his thumb sweeping over the hardened peak with a deliberate, torturous slowness. “You think you can just run away and become someone else? Open your mouth for me, Bela. Tell me you don't want this. Tell me your body forgot how it feels to have my hands on you.”