Chapter Thirty Three

I had no breath, I felt my thighs sticky, I could tell my wetness was already dripping down between my thighs. And his words, god. I couldn’t help but react to such statements. I felt my spine arch, felt my head turn to the side and my neck curve away, offering the column of my throat to him. I had been called few beautiful names by men i had been with in the past, who just wanted me to feel good since Iam yet to be fucked by them.

But…this was different. Ethan's voice, a deep murmur in my ear, thick with sincerity, rife with something like awe, t took his words to a new level. It made what should have been a fairly common and trite compliment—“so beautiful”—into something different, pushed it into a new realm.

And…he couldn’t wait to make me fiercely respond, my body hum and shiver for him.

His lips now skimming along the ridge of my shoulder and into the curve at the base of my throat, I felt him smiled on my skin.

“Yes, you feel it. You feel what I could do to you. What I will do