Pure Sin, Raw Heat (With Pictures)

She shouldn’t want this.

Shouldn’t crave the way his hands roam, the way his lips ignite a fire that burns straight to her soul.

But the moment he touches her, restraint shatters.

His breath is hot against her skin, his voice a low growl of desire, commanding, unyielding. Every whisper, every stroke, every bite fuels the storm between them...an untamed hunger, a fever that refuses to break.

She aches for more.

For the wicked way he claims her.

For the sinful pleasure that only he can give.

There is no right or wrong anymore. Only lust. Only heat.

And once she’s had a taste… there’s no turning back.