AMARA

"Baby, breathe through your nose… that's it, just like that, little one, no rush, Amara…" His deep voice rumbled above my ragged breaths, my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.

I lifted my gaze through my hazy vision to see his handsome face up close—so fierce and sexy.

The scent of his pheromones reminded me of a rainy forest, fresh and intoxicating. I loved rainy days.

His dominant body covered mine once more. It was the first time I had ever felt this small, my back pressed against the wall, my mouth once again being deliciously devoured.

His tongue played with mine. My first kiss happened right there, when his lips molded against mine, and I had craved it ever since.

All my anger burned away in the fire of my arousal. I was burning up, desperate for him to touch me more, to do everything he came to do in this brothel room.

"Beof…" I moaned his name, feeling him move lower down my neck, exhaling against my collarbone, his large, rough hands gripping my ass, spreading it apart