Chapter 16 His Crown Tattoo

• Mireille leaned in even closer, wanting to capture Dante's lips with her lips. Each brush of their lips against each other made her shiver and she could not deny the wetness that had formed in her panties.
• "I should not be doing this" Dante whispered, his lips still brushing hers.
• Instinctively, Mireille's grip around him got tighter as if not wanting to let him go. Mireille knew this was her body taking over and not her heart. Her heart wanted Dante to leave the room right away but her body wanted him to stay and do things to her.