It all flooded inside me, overwhelming me with pure, unrestrained emotion.
“I need you now, Daphne,” I growled, my kiss turning urgent and deep as I let my tongue dart past her lips.
She gasped, the movement allowing me to go deeper into the heat of her soft lips, find her tongue, and twirl mine around it until a pulsing thread of attraction wound its way through my body.
I pulled my lips away from hers, enjoying the whimper of displeasure that escaped her. Could it be that she was as addicted to me as I was to her?
My hands pushed at her clothes, craving her skin against mine. I reached for the hem of her blouse, pulling it over her head and gasping when I saw the lacy red bra she wore.
“Fuck, Daph,” I muttered, the corners of my lips turning up with delighted surprise.
Her creamy breasts were curvy and perfect, her pebbled nipples threatening to poke completely through the flimsy lace. My cock twitched with desire, that deep yearning I’d felt earlier snaking through me like a determined cobra and gripping me harder with every single second that passed.
“Off,” she hissed, shaking her head as she reached for my T-shirt, her long hair cascading over her shoulders.
She pulled the soft black cotton over my head and tossed it onto the floor of the safe house. I pulled her close, the soft lace of her bra brushing against my bare chest. A shudder of desire rippled through my body, my cock throbbing and hard against her thigh.
My lips met hers again, savoring the taste of her full lips, the intense heat of her mouth, and the desperate urgency of our tongues intertwining. Her hands clawed at my bare back, her breasts pressed against my chest.
“This is lovely,” I growled, tugging at the clasp in the middle of her bra. “But I need your skin as bare as mine.”
“Yes,” she whispered breathlessly, just as the clasp came undone and her full breasts spilled forward into my hands.
“Daphne, my god,” I groaned, unable to do anything other than bend my head and capture her pink nipple between my lips. Her fingers sank into my hair, pushing my mouth into her chest as I licked and sucked at her rosy bud.
“Thal, that feels so fucking incredible,” she moaned.
I bit down, my cock twitching at the sound of her startled cry. I kissed my way over to her other breasts, repeating the motions until she cried out again, her pleasure a siren’s song of delicious encouragement.
My hands slid down the velvety skin of her side and moved to the front of her jeans, fumbling with the zipper as I kissed her lips again. The denim gave way, and I slipped my hand inside, searching for her warmth.
I palmed her mound, loving the pulsing life I felt between her legs.
“Thal!” She gasped against my lips as I pressed into her.
She moaned, pressing her hips forward to increase the pressure. I shifted my hand so I could slide under the wispy silkof her panties, my finger slipping between her lips and finding the slickness I’d hoped for there.
“Yesssss!” she hissed as I found her clit, pressing it lightly in the tiniest of circles.
I kept going until I heard her gasping for air and, with a devilish smile, pulled my hand away.
Her eyes, which had fluttered shut with ecstasy, snapped open in confusion and annoyance. I chuckled, kissed her lips, then bent and scooped her into my arms.
I stalked into the room with her in my arms, the urgency between us turning feral. I dropped her onto the mattress, and the moment her back hit the sheets, she reached for me, her fingers digging into my shoulders and dragging me into her orbit.
“No more talking, Thal,” she hissed, her eyes dark with a hunger that mirrored the storm in my blood. She wasn't surrendering tonight. She was taking.
As I stripped away the last of the barriers between us, I realized Zeno was wrong. This wasn’t a leash. It was a tether. I was the one bound to her, and as her legs wrapped around my waist, locking me into her heat, I knew I’d go to hell and back just to keep this feeling for one more night.
I didn't bother with the zipper. I heard the satisfying, violent snap of denim as I stripped her of the jeans, leaving her in nothing but a scrap of red lace. She looked up at me, a wreckage of vulnerability and raw desire, the air between us thick enough to taste.
I sank to my knees between her thighs, my hands forcing them wide until she was completely exposed to the amber glow of the fire. My cock was a heavy, throbbing ache, but I wanted to ruin her with my tongue before I claimed her with my body.
“Thal,” she whispered, and the sound of my name on her lips was a jagged caress.
I tilted my head, planting feathery, scorching kisses along her inner thighs. I reveled in the rolling shudders that followed my mouth, the way her skin pebbled under my touch. I took my time, my tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path of white-hot heat toward her center.
Her breath turned into a series of shallow gasps. As I moved closer, her hips bucked, trying to guide me home, but I pinned her thighs down with my palms.
