Keane Lowell's thin lips curled slightly as he gently pulled her into his arms, "What's done is done, and sweetheart, you did wonderfully last night. So obedient."
Too sweet.
Claire Prescott shyly dodged, not wanting to hear.
"Really don't remember? Let me help you recall a bit, okay? Otherwise, I might think it wasn't you with me last night."
He soothed, warm breath spraying on her cheek, "You were truly stunning last night, I'm not lying."
Before she could respond, he was already holding her chin, sealing her lips, his precise arm pressing against her waist, pulling her irresistibly into the abyss of passion.
His sweet words were like a net enveloping her, keeping her from waking from his warmth and control.
She was only clad in an ill-fitting shirt.
His long fingers skillfully undoing her buttons, one after another...
The sunlight fell on the white curtains, faintly showing two intertwined silhouettes...
...
Utterly consumed.
