Ella
Alexander’s lips tasted like bourbon and woodfire smoke. His mouth slanted across mine, parting to give access to the slick, warm tip of his tongue. I responded instinctively, as if a dam had burst and every atom of my being went rushing into him.
As our tongues swirled around one another, battling for dominance, I felt his hardness press against my stomach through his pants. A thrill shot through me at the contact. Was this finally happening? Was I finally experiencing what it felt like to be wanted by a man? To be wanted by my mate?
If this wasn’t desire, then I wasn’t sure what was. His member was hard and throbbing against me already, and without thinking, I reached down between us, my fingers brushing against the outline of his c**k through the fabric.
Alexander
