章節 67: Flames Of Desire (R18)

 Kissing Dylan was nothing like Diana's measly imagination that could come up with. His lips were much softer than they look, but their hard command against hers contradicted that.

When his wet tongue touched the seam of her lips, Diana shamelessly opened up for him and the way he expertly slid it against her own caused her to moan embarrassingly loud.

His large hands went to her waist and their warmth seared through the thin silk dress she wore. Her own hands flew to his hair when she fisted and tugged him closer against her – against her better judgment.

Her curves fit right along the hard edges of his body and all she could think of was that she wanted his clothes off.

Diana let go of his hair and reached down to grasp the hem of his silk shirt before she tugged it up. She almost protested at the loss of his lips against hers but the way he reached behind him to pull his shirt off by the neckline definitely made up for it.