Fire. Madness. Rage. Hunger. Desire

'Fuck it' He hissed.

With one grip, he pulled her to himself and crashed his lips on hers.

If he had thought he felt fire burn through him the first time her hands brushed against his, then this right now was hell itself.

His lips were tangled with hers. He kissed, sucked on her lower lip, bit it occasionally. Everytime Roxanne moaned against his lips, Lancelot felt a new wave of madness sprout up from his belly.

He had kissed women, a whole lot of them. But none had ever consumed him like she did, no woman's lips had ever left him aching for more, praying for more.

Their hands were on each other. Roxanne's polished fingers dug into his blonde hair, making a mess of the gelled strands.

He lowered himself, his kisses travelled from her lips, down to her left ear. He lingered there, kissed, licked and sucked the lobe of her ear softly.

Roxanne moaned, with every stroke his fingers drew across her spine, every kiss he planted on her neck, she felt her panties dampen. She ached for