“Shh,” he soothes, pressing kisses to my temple. “Ian suffers great turmoil. But you don’t need to suffer. Let me kiss you. Let me undo you. Let me quell your pain with untold pleasure.” He touches me slowly, deliberately. He croons incandescent words in my ear, calling me beautiful, perfect, breathtaking. “I’ve been waiting so long to meet you,” he says. “I missed you. I’d never met you, but I missed you.”
