More.
He always needed more of her.
It was never enough to only kiss her.
He lowered her to the Temple floor and crawled over her. Fabiana’s fingers tightened in his hair, the pinpricks of pain her demand to stay where he was. He had no problem obliging. Holding his weight on his forearms, he settled between her legs and rolled his hips as he kissed her deeper.
Adonis swallowed her moan and moved in a lazy dance to match his kiss.
Touch. Tease. Possess.
“Adonis,” Fabiana whimpered against his lips, but he didn’t change. Didn’t speed up.
She would be driven to the same maddening pitch he was.
He rested his weight to one side so he had a free hand and blatantly moved it down her body—from her collarbone, down across her stomach, and back up. It wasn’t a soft caress but a hard one, pressing against her body as he continued to sip from her lips and rub his stiff cock between her legs.
Her back arched, and he used that opportunity to push his hand behind her.
It only was a matter of a simple shift to rake his nail down her gown. He was careful not to puncture her suit, but he wouldn’t have anything else between them. Not after tonight.
And he’d have her reveal the secret to that soon enough.
“Now or never, Fabiana.”
