Elize gasped as his fingers slid in between the strap of her slip. Her neck instinctively arched back, expecting his bite. She wanted to feel his teeth sinking into her again- to take her to A high where she could think about nothing but him. But instead of lowering his lips to her skin, he pulled against her strap, the cloth giving way in a snap. She jumped back in surprise, the towel wrapped around her head falling to the ground.
Her wet hair tumbled down from the knot, falling towards either side of her shoulders, covering her now exposed left breast. Her dress was barely hanging on her right shoulder, threatening to drop to the floor at the slightest of pull. Zack had barely touched her, and she could feel herself growing wet. The scent of her arousal filled the room as she stared at his panting figure hungrily.
