Chapter 23

Daniel didn't let her recover.

Not fully. Not yet.

As Regina shivered in his arms, with her dress hitched around her hips, her breath still erratic from the orgasm he'd just coaxed out of her, he dragged his mouth back to her throat. "I'm not done with you," he rasped.

She blinked, completely dazed. "W-What?"

He lifted her, effortless, as though she weighed nothing. She let out a startled cry as he spun them, pressing her against the marble wall again.

He could imagine in his head how her breasts would feel against his tongue, the weight of them in his palms, the sounds she'd make if he kissed her nipples. And God, when he saw the faint imprint of her nipples against the dress, he clenched his jaw.

"Your breasts," he said thickly, voice rough, "They look bigger tonight. Heavier. Softer. Like they missed someone's lips."