Chapter 45

Once again, the man chose not to respond to her. Instead, she heard the sound of fabric tearing before the cold air brushed against her bare chest. Her fear escalated as the realization that she was now utterly vulnerable sank into her heart. Now, there was nothing shielding her from him. What happened next had Roselle gasping in what could only be described as desire. Dylan ran his tongue between her breasts, all the way up to the hollow of her neck. Her breath hitched as he placed a soft kiss there, before peppering kisses all the way down to the top of her breasts.