Chapter 55: The taste of him

The Taste of Him Hycinth "Oh!" I sucked in a startled breath as I found myself straddling his lap on the wide seat, my hands pressed flat against his bare chest for support. Skin against skin. Tingles ran from my fingertips straight to my core, making me squirm. He groaned in appreciation and tightened his hold, one large hand gripping my hip, the other wrapped around the nape of my neck. Swirling violet and cerulean orbs stared up at me. Deep. Darkening. Under his intense stare and scrutiny, I felt incredibly alive. I was entranced, caught in the raw intensity of his gaze. The invisible force that drew us together tugged at my defenses, threatening to break down my walls and demolish my resistance. It was kinetic. Glorious and warm. It flexed, pulling us closer, refusing to be denied. A pulse of truth rippled through our connection -this beautiful male belonged to me. He was mine. For this moment, I was okay with that. I welcomed it. I embraced it. I didn't want to think about tomorro