I’ve never been touched like this before,” I whispered, my voice contorted with pleasure.

Cassidy knew it wouldn't fit, no matter how much the man of the house insisted it would. But still, to humor him, she tried to put on that Easter Sunday dress only to get totally stuck in it.

He had to rip it off her to find the sweet, fertile present she hid beneath the pink dress. And once he was over top her vulnerable, needy form, there was no going back. Not until he claimed her and made her his.