He moved to another spot, repeating the process—kissing, sucking, biting gently. Creating another mark. Another claim.
"Oh god..." Eva's hips rolled slightly beneath him.
Her hands had moved from his hair to his shoulders, holding tightly as sensations overwhelmed her.
Meanwhile, Julian continued his assault on her neck. Her body was responding to every touch, every kiss and every bite. The familiar heat was building low in her belly and the need was becoming almost unbearable.
After few passionate moment, Julian pulled back slightly to look at his work—three distinct marks blooming on her neck. Then his eyes met hers, dark with desire and possessiveness.
"Mine," he whispered.
"Yours," Eva agreed breathlessly. "Always yours."
Julian's lips curved into a satisfied smile before he began moving lower. He left trails of lingering kisses from her neck to her collarbone, all while his hands worked to loosen the laces of her gown.
