Ross began his assault on April's delicate neck, his lips brushing against her soft skin with a teasing gentleness that quickly deepened into possessive hunger.
He trailed kisses along the curve of her throat before his lips latched onto her tender flesh, sucking gently at first.
Each love bite he left behind was deliberate, his teeth grazing her just enough to leave faint impressions, while his lips created deeper red marks.
The combination of the gentle bites and sucking soon painted April's pale skin with a collage of passion—visible proof of Ross's dominance and her submission to the moment.
April, pure and untouched, had always taken great care of herself.
Her skin was flawless, and her natural scent—clean, sweet, and uniquely hers—was enchanting.
She never wore perfumes or artificial scents; she didn't need to.
