Grace's POV
A sharp intake of breath escaped my lips as Carlos's mouth found my shoulder without warning. Rather than releasing me, he pressed further, his teeth grazing my unmarked skin with just enough pressure to claim me after all this time apart.
The tickling sensation made me want to pull away as his teeth worked against my flesh. Nobody had ever touched me this way, not when I was clearheaded enough to feel everything.
My body naturally responded to touch like this—I'd always been sensitive to it. Whenever Charles had tried anything beyond simple kisses or straightforward sex, I'd fight against it.
The same response kicked in now as that tingling feeling spread through me, my body instinctively trying to escape. But Carlos's powerful arms locked around me, holding me prisoner in his grip while he took what he wanted.
I felt like prey caught by a predator. Completely helpless, yet the heat building between my thighs betrayed how much being controlled like this affected me.
