Every touch, every whisper from him sent a sharp jolt down her spine.
The feelings she had locked away her whole life—believing she was meant to stay alone, believing her memories of her husband were enough to carry her through—those walls were crumbling as his warm fingers traced the bare line of her back.
She shivered beneath him, letting out a soft moan as his hand slid lower, leaving heat on every inch of her skin.
His lips brushed her neck, tender and slow, his tongue drawing fire across her flesh. Her back arched on instinct, her parted lips releasing a breathy sigh she couldn't hold in.
Her dark eyes met his hazel ones for a heartbeat—full of trembling emotion—as she whispered, "I don't want you to regret anything that happens between us."
Adrian caressed her cheek with his thumb, his voice low and warm as he said, "Look at me and tell me—do you think I'm doing anything against my will?"
