Despite her fear, she didn't stop his descent as his hot lips trailed from her neck where it latched and suckled at to the space between her breasts.
His passion was the sweet melody of an unsung music, and she answered him with a shuddering moan as he sucked gently, then harder, branding her with the heat of his mouth.
Her fingers slid into his hair, gripping tightly, needing something to anchor her while her body betrayed her pride—arching up, begging for more.
Xander's hand slid up her side with a slow deliberateness that felt like the burning of a lit fuse. He reached the undone buttons of her night slip and paused there, his fingers ghosting over the fabric, over the bare hint of cleavage that rose and fell with every ragged breath she took.
"You're trembling," he whispered, brushing his nose along her collarbone while Vinn true to his words shook like a winter leaf that reminded her of her days in Lenklock castle.
