Chapter 55

• His lips, demanding, thirsty, urgent, his hands roaming her aching body, leaving nothing but a scorching, fiery trail in their wake. She wants him, desires all of him... immediately.
• In slow, agonizing movements, she rubs against his exposed flesh, feeling it come to life against her throbbing lips. She moans into their kiss, in desperate need, yearning to have him inside her.
• He retracts from their connection, a whimper escaping his lips, not now, please, he can't take this, please don't do this to him again. He envelops her face in his masculine, inked hands, "I know Roxy, I know... I need you too." He rips her dress over her head, tossing it in the air, dancing as it cascades to the floor, exposing her burning flesh.