DOM
We were a live wire.
My mouth crashed into hers, deeper this time, hungrier. I kissed her like a man possessed, like her taste was the only thing anchoring me to reality. My hands gripped her thighs, her ass, sliding up her slick skin with greedy reverence—memorizing every gasp, every tremble, every desperate roll of her hips.
"You feel that?" I growled against her neck, letting my teeth graze the soft skin. "That ache between your legs? That's mine. You're mine."
"I always was," she breathed, clinging to me, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Even before I knew what it meant."
I flipped her onto her stomach, hauled her hips up, and slid into her in one hard, slow thrust. Her cry tore through the air, sharp and ruined and perfect.
"Fuck, baby… so tight," I hissed, my hand fisting in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. "You take me so fucking good."
