The kiss was deep and needy, a demanding fusion of lips and tongues. His hands moved from her waist to her back, untying her corset with ease without breaking the kiss.
The dress dropped silently to the floor, leaving her in her undergarments. She gasped and broke the kiss.
"Food," she managed, her voice breathless. "I'm hungry."
"I need to satisfy this hunger first, princess.", he said, his eyes dark with a hunger far more profound than that for a meal. He kissed her again, silencing whatever protest she had to make.
He tore her undergarments and, with a swift movement, lifted her into his arms, dropping her on the bed. He trailed kisses down her neck, his lips hot and possessive, and then continued down to her chest. He was a wild beast, devouring her repeatedly until he had his fill.
After he was done, she was too tired to say anything, too tired even to be angry at him.
