Chapter 93

"I accept to be yours," I whispered, sliding my fingers around the back of your neck. "I've been yours from the first moment we kissed, Flynn. And that will never change.”

And then, without saying anything, because it wasn't necessary, Flynn flattened his mouth on mine, forcing a kiss that quickly became demanding and time-consuming. He opened my mouth with yours, lightly sucking my lips and running his tongue through them as he entered, while trying to take everything from me.

Meanwhile, his hands followed opposite directions; one went up to my hair, and the other went down to the base of my spine, pulling me close. I gasped against his mouth, at the same time that our tongues became dancers in a sensual game, and a pressure on my lower abdomen indicated to me that I was more than anxious for it to take on other proportions.

Flynn must have understood nothing when he realized that I was already climbing on his lap and that the cracks in my dress allowed me to open my leg