Sandy's POV
The moment pleasure clouds my vision and desperate need consumes me, Charles traces his tongue across my nipple before pulling away. My heavy-lidded eyes find his dark gaze, and the intensity of his stare sends electricity crackling down my spine.
"This is what heat does to females," he murmurs, his breath ghosting over my sensitized skin.
A low moan escapes my lips as my pulse stutters. His hands glide along my ribs, fingertips brushing just below my breasts with torturous slowness, each caress deliberate and maddeningly gentle.
"You'll feel like this for weeks," he continues, reaching for my discarded shirt. "But since you believe I only want your body, I won't touch you that way, little one."
The heat still burns through my veins, but his blunt rejection cuts through the haze like ice water. I blink rapidly, mortification flooding my cheeks as reality crashes back. How desperately I'd thrown myself at him.
