ROY’s pov.A moan leaves my lips when he pulls at my nipple again and again, his lips moving back up to meet mine as he kisses me like his whole existence depends on it.His touch, warmth, smell, and everything about him were intoxicating, adding to the pleasure and desire that brew up in me, beckoning me for more.His lips left mine as he moved his mouth down to the base of my neck, and my pulse began beating rapidly as he continued to mark me with his tongue and his lips, causing the blood to rise to the surface.Lifting his head up, his lips met mine again—feverish, powerful, and consuming.“Don’t stop.” I let out a moan and moved closer to him, putting my tongue between his lips in a silent, desperate cry for more. Giovanni reached for the dress’s hem once more and, with a single motion, lifted it off my body. He threw it aside, stepping back to observe me take off my heels. His eyes flashed with something dark, something far more dangerous, which made me squirm.His gaze slides
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