Phei whispered, voice low and filthy against her ear, "Your body already trembling for me, Mel. I can feel how warm you are. How wet you're getting. And I haven't even touched you properly yet."
Melissa's breath hitched — a small, broken sound — and her hips rolled back once, unconsciously, pressing the soft, yielding curve of her ass against the hard line of his cock in a way that made his vision narrow to nothing but the woman in his arms and the long, slow night he intended to spend ruining her beautifully.
"You have no idea," he said quietly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear with deliberate, unhurried possession, "what this body does to me."
His aunt shuddered again.
A full, visible tremor rolled through her from scalp to heel.
Melissa's fingers curled into his shirt at the chest, twisting the fabric, and a sound escaped her — not a moan, not a word, something more elemental than either.
Phei's hands found her spine, more focusilly this time.
