Erika
"Owen," I moaned his name once again. I had completely lost count of the number of kisses that he had placed on my lips, face, and neck. The continuous sparks and pleasure had built in my veins as his tongue had licked at my sensitive newly marked skin.
"Umm," refusing to answer me, he tightened his grip around my waist as he pulled me closer to his chest. I wondered how long I had been sitting on his lap enjoying his kisses.
"Owen, please let me go," I begged. Even though I had spoken it out loud, my heart was begging me to lose myself in his warmth. To accept the attention and love that he was lavishing on me even if it was only the tiniest bit. I had become down right greedy. I could stay in his arms the whole day without letting him go. I wanted to continue but now it was
