I inhaled his sweet, manly scent again and filled my chest with it. He was like a drug, delicious and addicting.
I kissed the crook of his neck, tasting the sweetness of his skin that smelt like my favorite bath soap, and wondered if he had used it. The muscles in his neck stiffened. He groaned when my tongue slithered to his ears, teasing it with my tongue, then my teeth sunk on it.
“You’re killing me, Lily.” He whimpered, fists clenching the sheets.
I ignored him.
With eyes bright with sensual mischief, my fingers curled tightly around his smooth, sleek hair, teasing, pulling the soft strand on my fingers.
My body seemed not to belong to me anymore. It felt as if a wild, ferocious beast had taken over my body. Tonight, the meek Lily I knew for years disappeared. Replacing me was a bold, hot, and relentless woman. My sane mind would never have the courage to do what I’m doing now.