He growls and releases his bite, slipping beneath my shirt and squeezing my breasts over my thin, lacy bra. His caresses are warm and rough, familiar yet thrilling, and I never want it to end. My head tips back with a shaky exhale as my nipples harden, skin heating beneath his hands. I’m gone, so far gone. He’s an addiction I’ve fallen straight back into, hooked on the way he touches me and already aching for another fix. “Why do you always smell so fucking good?”
