Taken By Him

Her eyes, heavy with unshed emotion, locked with his as she hesitated only for a heartbeat before whispering, "Undress me."

Enid's response was immediate and unyielding. With a barely perceptible rasp, he guided her hands as she stripped away the remnants of her lace dress. Their bodies moved together with a slow, passionate urgency—every kiss, every gentle nibble and caress weaving a tapestry of both longing and relief. "Now I need a taste of your love, a taste of what's mine," he declared in a voice dark with desire. With a sudden, fervent motion, he tore her dress in two, discarding it like an unwanted barrier, and his lips found her bare skin. He trailed kisses down her neck, then further, exploring her with a measured hunger that left her gasping.