CHAFTER TWENTY THREE

His mouth was back on hers with no warning and no apology.

His fingers deftly undid the zipper on her skirt and pushed the piece of clothing from her skin like he found it offensive, all the while still pinning her hands behind her with his big ones.

She loved the strength of him against her weakness and the barely restrained anger in it.

When she started loosing herself in the intoxicating pressure of his full lips against hers, pushing the tip of her tongue against that predominant slit in his lower lip, he broke the kiss, roughly dragging his mouth from hers.

She helplessly followed his withdrawing mouth, reluctant to let go of its mastered, rough bite against hers.

He smirked and released her altogether.

She whimpered at the loss of contact with his solid muscles and warmth.

"Get on your knees." He commanded, his deep voice husky.

It was the perfect balance between commanding and sweet and rather than scare her, it aroused her and made her dripping pussy even wetter.

His hand guid