Claire’s
Sebastian’s warm lips moved slowly over my chest, drawing little circles around my sensitive skin. I arched my back, giving him better access, wanting him closer. Every part of me was alive, aching for him. The way he touched me was like lighting a match against dry wood—I burned for him. And only he could put out the fire he started.
He cupped my breasts gently, giving them equal attention as he kissed and nipped at each tip. His eyes stayed on mine, watching me, as if my reactions were fueling his every move.
I clutched the sheets for some kind of control. But there was none. My eyes were glued to him, to the way his lips moved against me, the way he made me feel things I’d never felt before.
“These sweet curves are mine,” he said in a husky voice, clearly affected. He deepe
