Lord Thane's mouth closed over Roseline's left breast with a hungry growl, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak as he sucked hard enough to draw a sharp, needy cry from her throat.
Her back arched off the silk sheets, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer. "Thane… gods, yes—" she gasped, the sound breaking into a moan when his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. He switched to the right breast without mercy, sucking deeper, tongue flicking, while his hand kneaded the other, rolling the wet nipple between rough fingers.
Roseline's thighs pressed together, slick heat already pooling between them, her body trembling under the onslaught of his mouth.
He finally lifted his head, lips glistening, eyes dark with raw lust. "You taste like sin itself," he rasped, voice thick. In one fluid motion he flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up so she was on all fours. Roseline pushed back against him instinctively, ass high, spine curved in invitation.
