#Chapter 161: Tangled Passion

Agnes The force of my kiss sent us tumbling backward, Elijah’s solid frame catching me as we fell against the bed. My skirts billowed around us, tangling in a swirl of fabric that trapped our legs together. Our mouths locked desperately, lips bruising against each other as I pressed myself closer, my breasts flattening against his chest. The aphrodisiac Mason had slipped into my champagne burned through my veins, making a molten heat pool low in my belly, urging me to writhe against him like some feral creature in heat. My pussy throbbed with need, slick and aching, and every shift of my hips against his only stoked the fire higher. I couldn’t get enough of him. His taste flooded my senses, drowning out the lingering fog of the drug. My fingers clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into the charcoal gray fabric of the suit I’d stitched with such care, as if I could tear through it to reach the skin beneath. The room spun slightly, rose petals crushed b