Sherly turned around as soon as her back hit the bed, her legs wrapping around his waist as she pinned him beneath her. "You're not going anywhere," she murmured, her voice breathy and low, thick with desire. Her hands roamed his body, fingers tracing the lines of his chest and abdomen as her tongue followed in a slow, deliberate path. She watched his face as she moved, her eyes locked onto his, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Vin's hands fisted the sheets beneath him, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control. Her tongue flicked over his sensitive spots, her touch lighting a fire within him that he could no longer contain. His breathing became ragged, his heart racing as her fingers trailed lower, teasing the waistband of his pants. Every nerve in his body screamed for release, and he knew he couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Damn it, Sherly," he growled, his voice thick with frustration and lust. "You've pushed me too far."
