Taste of Surrender

Alessia’s POV

Alessia was nervous. I could smell it on her. But she obeyed, stepping out of her dress.

“Face me.”

She turned, and for a long moment, I couldn’t move. She wore a red lacy bra and matching panties, suspenders clipped to her thigh-high stockings. Her breasts were full and round, pressing against the fabric, rising and falling with each uneven breath.

My gaze slid down her ches