Chapter 82

• A twitch manifests in her eye, her body threatening to shut down as the memory rushes back to her. But Sandro refuses to let her sink into despair. He leans in close, his lips grazing her neck, kissing and biting her with an intensity that feels almost furious, as if he is intent on marking the pale skin with his own.
• As his mouth leaves hickeys along her neck, she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut, lips parting as she pants, shivering at this possessive display.
• Her fingers dig into his skin through his shirt, provoking him to bite down harder, a low groan escaping his lips as the sudden rush of pleasure sends bursts of light flashing in the back of her mind and her toes curling tightly at the overwhelming sensation. This is an experience that feels both familiar and profoundly different; it is as if he craves her to cause him pain.