Ella's POV
I'm wrecked. Utterly, hopelessly wrecked.
The second Liam tugged down the strap of my dress, I swear my soul just left my body and floated straight to heaven. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might actually break free from my chest.
And then... God help me, he did it again. His hand slid lower, barer, bolder, until I felt his touch on my breast without a single layer in between. My whole body trembled at the shock of it.
He finally pulled away from my lips, only to trail kisses down my neck. His mouth was hot, intoxicating, leaving sparks that spread like wildfire across my skin. When his other hand pulled the other strap of my dress down, both of my breasts were bared to him, and I nearly died from the sensation of exposure.
"Damn… you're so soft and full, Ella," he murmured, his voice rough with awe as his fingers teased over me.
