Melanie's PoV
There is a beat- a heartbeat, a breath, a second where the world stills as his lips rest against mine and then he is moving, his hands cupping my cheeks with a reverence that sends shivers down my spine.
"Melanie," he murmurs, as his lips move lower, my heart rate increasing with each brush of his fingertips against my skin.
His hands slipped beneath the tshirt of his that I wore with confidence, lifting it over my head as I mirrored his movements.
I wanted to see his skin, the movements of his muscles as he took me again, and that delicious v-line that taunted me with the promise of what lay beneath his trousers.
I traced the lines of his abs, my nails dragging along his skin as he hissed in pleasure, and brought his hands up to brush lightly over the tips of my nipples.
My body moved of its own accord, arching towards him, begging him for his touch as he willingly gave it what it sought.