Holding her waist, kissing her lips and tongue, Lucas Walker's arms gradually tightened around her.
She was intoxicating, always tempting him to lose himself in her.
Once started, he didn't want it to ever end.
His fingers reached up, untied the ribbon in her hair, and Lucas' fingers gently combed through her strands, supporting her head, allowing himself to kiss her even deeper.
Ivana Bennett felt a tingling sensation on her scalp, as if every strand of hair had become sensitive.
It was a strange sensation as if she would melt into a puddle of water, wet and soft, at his slightest touch.
Her right hand, which was originally resting on a pile of photographs, weakened, causing the pictures to slide off, dispersing all over as she uncontrollably leaned backward.
As if glued to her, he followed her down and lay half prone on the carpet, kissing her fervently.
