LILY
His lips found my neck, and I forgot how to breathe.
"Last chance," he whispered against my skin, his voice rough with want. "Tell me to stop."
"Never." The word came out broken, desperate.
His mouth pressed against my pulse point, and I felt his smile against my throat. Then his hands were moving, fingers trailing down my sides like he was memorizing every curve.
"You're shaking," he murmured.
"I'm nervous."
"Good nervous or bad nervous?"
I looked back at him, seeing the concern flickering in those dark eyes despite the hunger there. Even now, even when I was practically begging him to claim me, he was still thinking about my comfort first.
"Good nerves," I breathed. "Very good nervous."
Something primal flashed across his face. His hands found the hem of my dress, fingers
