Anna wasted no time. She leaned in and parted her lips, letting her tongue trace a slow, deliberate circle over the tip of his arousal.
The touch sent a violent shiver down Daniel's spine, his breath catching in his throat. For a heartbeat, his body screamed to give in but for her sake, he stayed still, forcing himself to endure every second of her sweet torment.
Her eyes never left his. That smirk—damn, that wicked little smirk pushed him right off the edge of restraint.
She was a beautiful, dangerous little devil who knew exactly which strings to pull to drive him insane. Even now, when her movements were clumsy and unsure, she refused to let it show.
Her confidence—raw, daring, and unshaken—was her greatest weapon. And it made Daniel's heart pound twice its usual rhythm, each beat echoing with desire and something far deeper than lust.
