You are mine, my woman.

Ava remained frozen in his embrace, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. With every kiss, her resolve wavered. She wanted to deny it, to push him away, but the truth was too powerful to ignore. Her body was betraying her, responding to his touch, his words, his presence. She felt a deep, aching need that she couldn't deny, no matter how much she tried.

He whispered in her ear, "Why are you trembling, Ava? Is my touch doing something to you?"

Ava's pulse rate increased, her head moving backward as she leaned into him, her body responding to his touch despite her protests.

Dylan moved his fingers over her chest, just above her breasts, his touch light and teasing. He gently pulled the towel, letting it slide down to the floor. Ava gasped, her hands flying to her chest to cover herself. But he held her hands.