"I can't wait anymore," Seraphina gasped against Zahra's lips. "I need you."
Zahra responded by pushing her onto the bed and climbing on top of her. "I'm yours," she murmured, grinding her hips against Seraphina's. "Completely and utterly yours."
They undressed each other slowly, exploring every inch of newly exposed skin with hands and mouths. When they finally came together, it was with a desperation born of weeks of pentup longing.
Their lovemaking was intense, passionate, bordering on violent. They clawed at each other, teeth sinking into skin, nails leaving welts on backs and thighs. It was a claiming, a marking, a declaration of possession.
Seraphina flipped Zahra onto her stomach, pulling her hips up and plunging into her from behind. Zahra cried out, pushing back against her as she rode her hard and fast.
"Yes," she hissed. "Fuck me like you own me."
Seraphina obliged, slamming into her with a force that shook the bed. "I do own you," she growled. "Body and soul."
