Losing Control

[Fineon’s POV]

I stare down into Fallon’s eyes, trying to determine if she is screwing with me or being serious. However, the minute her arms snake up around my neck and her nails dig into my skin, I know that she is feeling the same sense of hunger I am.

Giving into instinct, I slam my mouth against hers while my hands wrap around her thighs and lift so she can wrap her legs around my waist.

Once they’re secure, I push my quickly hardening dick against her core, earning myself a soft moan of excitement that only leaves me wishing that we were both already naked.

Goddess, it sounds amazing, but it still isn’t at the octave that I want, nowhere near.

"Fineon," she whispers against my lips, allowing my tongue access to hers. "More."

Letting out a growl, I sit up just enough to stare down into her dark eyes as my hands grab at the hem of her shirt. Slowly lifting, I take in the porcelain skin beneath it as if it were the first time I’ve seen it.

Giving a yank, I pull the shirt off entire