C77 Spiralling

But with Francis, she was aware of only the heat between them, so hot it burnt away all else, leaving no oxygen for doubts to feed on. She could only feel the rightness of his caresses, could only think of having more—more of his mouth, more of his hands on her body. More and more and more.

‘Say that again,’ he murmured against her lips. ‘Now you know how I taste