Sandy's POV
I couldn't comprehend how we had reached this moment.
Nor did I want to analyze it.
The sensation was overwhelming.
His rigid length pressed against my slick heat with each subtle shift, yet the yearning only intensified.
Charles traced his palms down my trembling form, settling just below my breasts, tantalizingly close to my hardened peaks.
His teeth grazed my bottom lip, coaxing a whimper from deep within me. There was nothing tender about his kiss. He was demanding with his bite, commanding with his tongue, ruthless in the way he claimed my mouth.
Rather than retreating and begging for gentleness, my body surrendered completely to his hold, as though every cell craved his dominance, yearned to feel the ecstasy he was giving me.
My palms slid across his bare chest, and I felt him tremble at my caress. I pressed my nails into his skin and angled my head, allowing him to delve deeper into my mouth.
