I reach down and scoop her up, my hands sliding beneath her thighs, lifting her effortlessly.
She gasps, then laughs—a breathless, reckless sound—as her legs wrap around my waist instantly, like she’s been waiting for this.
Her mouth finds mine before I can even take a step.
The kiss is pure chaos.
Teeth.
Tongue.
Heat.
Her fingers dive into my hair, gripping hard enough to make me groan. I kiss her deeper, harder, needing more, needing everything.
I start moving toward the bedroom, but we don’t make it far.
My shoulder clips a side table, sending a decorative vase rattling violently. It wobbles, teeters—
Neither of us cares.
I pin her against the wall, my body braced around hers, trapping her there. Her back hits the surface with a soft thud, and she gasps into my mouth.
Her hands are everywhere now—pulling at my collar, sliding over my shoulders, scratching lightly at my chest through the fabric.
She’s not shy.
She’s not hesitant.
She’s hungry.
“The bedroom,” she whispers against my lips, her breath hot, still smelling faintly of tequila and sugar.
I drag my mouth along her jaw, down the line of her throat, feeling her pulse racing beneath my lips.
“Too far,” I growl.
My hands slide down to her hips, pulling her harder against the thick, aching need in my pants.
She lets out a soft, broken sound that goes straight through me.
Her teeth close gently around my lower lip, tugging just enough to make my control fracture further.
My hands move frantically to the zipper of her dress, pulling it down slowly, the sound of the metal teeth separating echoing in the quiet room.
The fabric parts, revealing her smooth skin, and the ivory lace of her underwear.
She steps out of the dress, leaving it pooled at her feet.
I groan at the sight of her, my control slipping further with every passing second.
Her small tits are perfect, her nipples already tight, begging for my mouth.
I take my time, savoring them until she’s breathless.
"Hercules, please," she whimpers, her hands fluttering around aimlessly. “Please, please. I want you. Now.”
"Not yet, Sunshine," I murmur against her thigh.
