The kiss was devouring. Their lips parted, tongues sliding and teeth nipping. Vael tasted so sweet. His tongue thrusted deep, fucking her mouth in slow, filthy strokes that promised exactly what was coming.
Vessara moaned into his mouth, fingers fisting the fabric of his shirt, and he answered with a deep rumble that vibrated through his chest.
His control frayed with every second. Countless times, he had imagined ripping her open and filling her to the hilt until she couldn't think. Now she was here, soft, willing, and his to take.
Vael's free hand slid down her back, gripping her ass hard enough to bruise, grinding her against his chest until she felt the thick ridge of his cock straining through his denim.
He could feel it too. That's what she does to him. He has been hard for hours thinking about burying himself inside her tight little cunt. He bit on her bottom lip.
"Take me. Please." She whimpered.
