“I want you,” he murmured, his hand rising to cradle her face, tilting it so she couldn’t look away. “Every inch. Every part of you. Just you… all of you.”
Maya’s breath hitched, eyes glistening as warmth unfurled low in her stomach. Her hands pressed against his chest, steadying herself against the solid warmth of him.
Her lips parted, her voice trembling under the weight of it all. “Then take me,” she whispered, trembling but certain. “I’m yours, Damien. All of me”
His mouth crashed back to hers—hungry now, claiming—no hesitation left, only heat and possession.
His hand slid beneath her shirt, lifting it inch by inch. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull it over her head, letting it fall behind her.
For a moment, he just looked at her.
The black lace of her bra came into view
