95. THE WANTING HEAT

HOLLY'S POV My eyes widened, my heart pounding at the sight. He looked fucking feral and erotic. I tried to sit up, leaning on my elbow, but before I could reach for him, his hand wrapped around my neck and he pushed me back down onto the bed. The cool sheets pressed against my overheated skin, and my breath hitched as his grip tightened just enough to make my pulse race. “Patience, Cherry,” he said, his voice deep but there was a teasing edge that made my toes curl. Before I could respond, he spun me over, flipping me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing. The sharp crack of his hand against my ass made me yelp, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip to stifle the sound. The sting spread across my skin, hot and electric, and I whimpered, my body trembling beneath him. He leaned down, his hands spreading me wide, and I shivered as his breath ghosted over my bare skin. “Let me taste you again,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, like gravel. But then, almost mockingl