He crashes down, one hand cupping my face, the other fisting my hair, and claims my lips in a savage, desperate kiss.
Heat floods my body, my nerves singeing with light. Our mouths tangle, teeth biting, hands clawing at each other, the madness invading every cell, obliterating every morsel of logic. He grunts as I dig my nails into his back, unable to findpurchase.
Clearly frustrated, he rips open his shirt, sending buttons pinging onto the ground.
A whimper escapes me as I finally touch his heated flesh. I climb onto him, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. His tongue dominates my mouth, tasting, dueling, savoring every sound I make.
“What’s my name?” he rasps as we break apart for air.
Mind drunk with lust, I pull his hair, needing his kiss again.
“My name,” he bellows, his hands gripping the front of my sweater.
My vision blurs as I stare at him, nails raking over his scalp. “Kian. Kian Leste.”
A growl tears out of him. “Wrong answer.”
He consumes my lips once more, biting down hard until pain sears through me.
“E-Elias!” I cry, and he rewards me with a swipe of tongue, the ache bleeding into pleasure.
“Tell me you want this.” The fabric gives. A small tear at my neckline.
I claw at him, any part I can reach, desperation teeming in my blood.
“Say it!” Another rip.
“Please…” I clutch his nape, needing his kiss more than I need air. “Yes…yes…”
“Who?” He nips my ear, and wetness seeps out of my thong. “Who’s going to fuck you? Who are you asking to invade your pussy with his throbbing cock?”
Another gasp. A pressure begins deep in my belly. I grind myself against his torso, rubbing my core up and down his muscles.
It’s not enough. I need more.
“Elias. Please shut up and fuck me.”
A roar of satisfaction grinds out of his throat. He rips my sweater in half. Cold air pebbles my nipples followed by hot, wet suction.
I cry, clutching his dark locks as he latches onto my breast like he needs it to survive.
He pinches my other nipple, flicks it lightly, then roughly. Another pinch. I soak through my thong.
My wetness runs down my thighs. If I were sane, I’d be embarrassed.
But it doesn’t matter, because the man feasts on me like he’s famished.
He curls his fingers around the strings of my underwear and leggings, then with a rough yank, tears them off me.
My skin burns from the friction. My legs tremble around his back. One shoe falls on the floor, the other follows.
Elias drags his lips up my chest, licking the divot of my collarbone, before raking his teeth over the slender column of my neck. He lifts me from the wall completely effortlessly.
The cold steel of the table meets my back. With a rough yank, he pulls me to the edge and spreads my legs wide.
“Look at this beautiful pussy. It’s pulsing, needy, weeping for me.”
He drags a finger from my clit to the rosebud of my ass. My eyes fly open.
