Donovan had only ever known darkness, but with Esme, he didn't need sight to experience everything she was.
The moment her breath brushed his lips, his senses ignited.
His hands explored her, tracing each delicate curve with a tenderness that etched her form into his mind more vividly than any sight ever could. Her skin was silk under his fingertips, each touch kindling warmth that spread between them.
Her soft gasps were intoxicating, like a melody only he could hear, guiding his hands and mouth as he worshiped every inch of her.
Fuckin' hell!
Her scent wrapped around him, mingling with his own, turning it into something far more effective than an aphrodisiac, and he found her lips again in his state of urgency.
The taste of her, like honey and desire, sent a pulse of heat through him.
