Sarah's eyes fluttered open, half-lidded and dazed, yet filled with fire.
Ross hovered above her, watching intently, his face close enough that his breath fanned across her cheeks.
His hands roamed boldly, tracing the curves of her waist and hips, making her tremble with anticipation.
Sarah's mind screamed of her vows, her husband, her life outside this room.
But her body had already betrayed her.
Her panties clung damply to her core, proof of the desire flooding through her.
"Please…" she whispered, her voice trembling.
Even she didn't know whether she was begging him to stop or pleading for him to finally take her.
Ross smirked faintly, lowering his mouth to kiss the delicate line of her jaw, then down her throat.
Each kiss drew another shaky moan from her lips, her fingers tangling helplessly in his hair.
