Olivia's dress pooled at her feet, leaving her bare except for the light from the iron lamp and the oil lamp on the table that flickered across her skin. Sienna-Rose's gaze darkened, her fingers tightening possessively on Olivia's hips as she backed her toward the plush leather sofa in the heart of the winery.
The scent of aged oak and crushed grapes hung in the air, intoxicating, like the way Sienna-Rose looked at her now, like she wanted to devour her. Olivia didn't resist when Sienna-Rose pushed her down onto the sofa, climbing over her in one fluid motion.
Their mouths crashed together again, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, hot, messy, and desperate. Olivia arched against her, gasping as Sienna-Rose's thigh pressed between hers, the friction already unbearable.
"Tell me what you want," Sienna - Rose growled against her lips, her hands roaming, claiming, down Olivia's ribs, to her baby bump, over the curve of her ass, gripping softly enough not to hurt her.
