André hovered against Vivienne again, lips pressing hers, teeth grazing softly, a teasing bite that made her gasp. The world narrowed down to his body, to the heat and tension pressing into her, to the maddening sense of inevitability that she was trapped in his grip. She could feel his hands moving over her, skilled and deliberate. One hand cupped her face gently, warm and insistent, while the other slid down to her waist, fingers grazing her soft skin, sending shivers cascading through her body like wildfire.
Every nerve in her body screamed, and yet her mind was useless. Her brain had packed up and left years ago. Vivienne could only react, body first, like a living, breathing mess of instinct and appetite.
