“I don’t give a damn what you’ve heard about your body,” he growled against my lips, each word hot and desperate. “Every curve is mine to worship—mine to claim.” Another searing kiss, fierce and consuming, and I melted against him, my lips betraying me, my resolve splintering under the weight of his hunger. He dragged his mouth away, his voice dropping to a guttural snarl. “Every inch of you is mine to ruin.” His eyes burned into mine, daring me to deny what my body confessed. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known—because you’re mine.”
