Sage
The moonlight poured over her like liquid silver, turning every curve of her body into something almost unreal. She lay beneath me, completely bare, skin flushed and glowing, eyes dark with want and trust. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to.
My hands moved slowly, deliberately, mapping her one more time—down the delicate line of her throat, over the swell of her breasts, tracing the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. Every touch drew a soft gasp or shiver from her, and I drank it in, letting it fuel the fire already burning low in my gut.
I leaned down, mouth following the path my hands had taken. Lips brushed her collarbone, then lower, closing over one n****e, tongue swirling slow and firm until she arched beneath me with a quiet moan. My hand cupped the other breast, t
