The heat of his body burned through the thin fabric of your shirt. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, drowning out all other sounds. My head was in chaos, a mixture of excitement and fear. It was impossible to resist. I didn't want to.

His lips slid lower, to her breasts, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Dragan's fingers were gripping your wrists tightly, but there was no cruelty in it, just longing. You felt trapped, but that trap seemed desirable.

He sat up and looked into your eyes. There was so much fire and tenderness in his gaze that it became difficult for you to breathe. — «You're beautiful,» — he whispered hoarsely, and that whisper echoed in your soul.

Dragan slowly released your hands and sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around you. He held you close, and you felt safe, despite the passion raging inside. His breath warmed your face, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the moment.

— «I want you,» — he said, and there was a plea in his voice.