Agnes
The force of my kiss sent us tumbling backward, Elijah’s solid frame catching me as we fell against the bed. My skirts billowed around us, tangling in a swirl of fabric that trapped our legs together.
Our mouths locked desperately, lips bruising against each other as I pressed myself closer, my breasts flattening against his chest. The aphrodisiac Mason had slipped into my champagne burned through my veins, making a molten heat pool low in my belly, urging me to writhe against him like some feral creature in heat.
My p***y throbbed with need, slick and aching, and every shift of my hips against his only stoked the fire higher.
I couldn’t get enough of him. His taste flooded my senses, drowning out the lingering fog of the drug. My fingers clawed at his shoulders, na
