My whole body felt weak. My pulse was thrumming inside my skin, and I could feel it pounding everywhere. My clothes felt tight. “What are you doing?” I managed. This frightened me. It felt good, but it was out of my control, and I wasn’t supposed to allow things like this to happen. And with Demetrius? I didn’t even like him.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, and he pushed my sleeve higher. He kissed me in the crease of my elbow.

I had never known that spot was so sensitive. I got shivers everywhere. My nipples stood up straight. I tried to tell him to stop. I opened my mouth to do it, but the only noise that came out was a tiny sigh.

“Tell me to stop, Kiera,” he said in a gravelly voice. “Because I’m not good for you. And you shouldn’t give in to me.”

I reached out and touched his chest. The heat of his skin radiated out through his shirt. I flattened my palm against him and dragged it over the firmness of his pecks and stomach. My hand looked so small against his body.

He kissed my neck.

I shuddered, closing my eyes. I felt small and vulnerable, and he seemed so much bigger and stronger than me, and it felt… right. Boldly, I pressed closer, putting my other hand on his body, sliding them both around to feel his back. His massive, solid, muscular back. Just touching him made the center of me twitch. I turned my face to him and parted my lips and offered myself to him.

And he claimed me, crushing his lips against mine, pulling me close.

The pleasure inside me surged.