The writer's point of view
Robert hovered over her, his burning breath tracing her neck and igniting a fire in Julie's body she had never known.
His hand slid down, gripping her breast with a sudden, firm pressure that sent a violent shiver down her spine.
Her voice was a broken whisper, her breath hitching as she spoke his name:
"Robert."
He raised his head, his gaze dark and heavy with a dominant hunger. "What?" he rasped.
At that moment, Robert felt the raw intensity of his desire boiling over.
Seeing Julie completely surrendered beneath him gave him a sense of possession more intoxicating than anything he'd ever tasted,
yet a strange, sharp tenderness tugged at him—a fear that his own strength might break her.
He didn't give her a chance to think.
He claimed her lips in a deep, punishing kiss that merged their ragged breaths, their body heat clashing like a physical force.
