With one move of his hands, the fabric of my shirt tears completely down the center. He pulls it off me and tosses it on the floor.
"You're beautiful, Zara," he says, his hands moving back up to frame my face. "f**k, you're so damn beautiful it almost tears me apart."
“Ditto, handsome," I say, my breath catching as his hands slide down my throat, over my collarbones, and cup my breasts.
He shifts, dropping to his knees on the thick, plush rug in front of the fire, pulling me down until I’m lying beneath him.
When his lips close over my n****e, pulling me into his mouth with a slow, deliberate suction, a sharp, gasping moan escapes my lips.
My fingers tangle into his thick hair, holding him close, guiding him as a violent shiver rolls through my entire body.
He takes his time, linge
