Ross's kisses along her neck were deliberate and consuming. He licked and nipped at her soft skin, eliciting shivers that traveled through her entire body.
His lips lingered on the hollow of her throat, pressing harder, more possessively, before trailing lower, leaving a trail of warmth and yearning in his wake.
"Ahhhhh…" Althea gasped and tilted her head back, giving him full access as his mouth continued its descent, each movement igniting a fire that burned hotter and brighter.
When Ross finally reached her chest, he paused, his gaze fixed on the generous expanse of her cleavage. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths, the anticipation evident in her flushed skin.
Her twin peaks were truly a gift from heaven—full, round, and impossibly enticing.
Ross's lips curved into a faint smile of appreciation before he lowered his head, pressing soft, lingering kisses against the exposed skin of her cleavage.