Chapter 69
- The weight of Delilah's body shifted unsteadily, and she instinctively grabbed Marco’s shoulders for balance, her fingers digging into the fabric of his crisp white shirt.
- His lips were relentless against hers, his tongue pressing insistently into her mouth as if demanding a response.
- He couldn’t stop himself. The way she fit against him, her warmth, her scent—it drove him past reason.