She leans into it. No shame in her whimpers. No remorse in the timid movement of her ass against my lap.
I kiss her harder. Meaner. Desperate to destroy the intimacy she’s creating from nothing but violence and heat.
She gasps into my mouth, feeding my hunger instead of flinching from it.
I bite her lip. Hard. Then chase the sting with a ruthless sweep of my tongue.
Still, she moans.
Needier.
Greedier.
It should disgust me, the way she melts for cruelty. But all it does is fracture the walls I’ve built between us, stripping logic from lust, making me fucking rabid for more.
I yank at her hair, tilting her head back, holding her captive as I ease my palm to the hem of her skirt.
“You still want more,piccola tormenta?” I growl against her lips.
“Mmm.” She nods, her eyes remaining closed, skin flushed, mouth swollen.
Breathtaking.
Infuriating.
My hand drifts higher. Slow. Certain. Disobedient.
I should stop. Should fucking think. If only for a second.
Yet coherence is a luxury I no longer possess. I’m lost to her. To the soft rake of her tongue across her bottom lip. To the devastation in her surrender as her legs clench around my hand.
It’s instinct.
Biology.
We could’ve died, and now my body wants to claim what nearly slipped through my fingers.
To anchor. Mark. Breed. Own.
“You want me to touch you?” I reach the inner seam of her panties, her stockings just a whisper of resistance between me and holy fucking ruin.
She nods, the towel slipping from her shoulders. Her blouse clings to her body, translucent over the lace bra beneath.
I’m tempted to latch my mouth over a beaded nipple. To suck. To scrape. To make her scream.
I maintain my grip in her hair while I drag my thumb down the heart of her, over her stockings and underwear, my lips whispering above hers, my eyes closing to the madness as I trail a thumb toward her clit.
She’s so fucking perfect.
The sight. The sound. The smell.
I could stay here forever. On the brink. Poised between heaven and hell.
I wouldn’t have her, but neither would I lose her.
“Please,” she rasps.
A plea.