Chapter 45

• Once again, the man chose not to respond to her. Instead, she heard the sound of fabric tearing before the cold air brushed against her bare chest. Her fear escalated as the realization that she was now utterly vulnerable sank into her heart. Now, there was nothing shielding her from him.
• What happened next had Roselle gasping in what could only be described as desire. Dylan ran his tongue between her breasts, all the way up to the hollow of her neck. Her breath hitched as he placed a soft kiss there, before peppering kisses all the way down to the top of her breasts.
• "You have no idea of the things I want to do to you," he whispered huskily, blowing on her belly button, causing her to clench her thighs, as a white-hot need sliced all the way down to her core.