David's POV
The irony wasn't lost on me how completely wrecked I'd become.
Cornelia shifted her hips with the barest movement, and my body responded instantly. The arousal that had been simmering beneath the surface flared back to life with painful intensity.
A low sound escaped my throat at that minimal friction, my grip on her waist tightening involuntarily.
"You're ready again," she observed, that devastating smile playing at her lips.
That expression had been my undoing all day. Back at the estate, she'd actually laughed at something I said. Was she deliberately trying to destroy what remained of my sanity?
You're probably wondering why I'm calling myself pathetic. The answer is simple and humiliating. A woman. A woman with flame-colored hair who'd invaded every corner of my mind.
