"Lor…" Her voice wavered, her composure cracking as her lips parted, her breath quickening.
The sound of his name, soft and needy, lit a fire in his veins.
He kissed her again, deeper, his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, hungry dance, swallowing her gasps as his hand kneaded her breast, teasing her nipple into a tight peak.
His other hand gripped her thigh, lifting it to hook around his hip, pulling her closer until she straddled his leg, her hips rocking instinctively against him.
Her skirt rode up, the fabric bunching high, exposing the smooth, warm skin of her thigh, and Lor's pulse pounded, his cock throbbing painfully against her.
"Feel that?" he whispered against her lips, grinding deliberately against her thigh, letting her feel every inch of his need. "That's what you did to me."
She shivered, a flicker of pride and arousal crossing her face, her dark eyes gleaming.
