Serika's words were a possessive brand, a declaration of war on the memories of any other woman who had touched him.
"♥I'm going to make you forget all about them tonight,♥" she murmured, her voice a low, husky whisper that vibrated against his lips. "♥Tonight, all you'll be able to think about is me, ♥"
The kiss that followed was a confirmation, a seal on her vow. It was deep and demanding, a clash of lips and tongues that was less about affection and more about conquest.
She was staking her claim, not just on his body, but on his mind.
Her hand, which had been stroking his cock with a slow, teasing rhythm, tightened its grip, her fingers digging into his hard flesh in a possessive, warning squeeze.
When she finally pulled away, her beautiful eyes were blazing with a fierce, drunken fire.
She leaned in, her lips finding the hard, defined muscle of his pectoral. But this wasn't the soft, worshipful kiss from before. This was a brand.
