Keya's POV
Rhys smiled at me, shirtless, the tattoos curling up his skin like a sensual embrace. The ink danced over his muscles, shifting with every breath, every movement, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was tall, lean... like an animal ready to claim its prey.
I was the prey.
His hands were firm against my skin, his voice all rough promise in my ear. I could feel his breath in my throat, the sharp scrape of his teeth down my neck, sending tremor straight to my p*ssy. My body moved in sync with his like it had always known him, like he was a puzzle made to fit.
I moaned, my body catching fire at his look, with his touch. His fingers grazed my skin, moving lower toward my stomach. I moaned, hips arching instinctively toward his touch. Fire bloomed under my skin as his fingers
