Desert

Arielle’s POV

His hands were on me, and I could barely think properly.

Richard was clearly a masterful man at a lot of things, and I had already catalogued memories of his kisses as the best ones I would ever have.

But as his fingers skimmed my skin and made goosebumps rise up from it, I wondered what it would feel like to have him take me there and then.

His lips were now at my collarbone and I could only breathe out his name shakily, like a mantra as his lips and teeth graced my neck and marked me as his.

The dress that I wore was beginning to fe a little constricting, especially with the way that I wants him to take it all off me, now.

“Richard, please. Stop it,” I breathed out, feeling each touch of his shoot desire straight to my core.

“Hmm?” He hummed at me, his lips never leaving my neck.

“Stop teasing, Richard, please,” I begged my mate, and he simply responded by chuckling.

Even his laughter rumbling in his chest made me feel hotter, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pu