18, On her knees

Pressed up against the glass with her dress hiked up around her waist and her panties god knows where, Emma should have felt self-conscious. But all she could focus on was the kiss and Bane’s body that was pressed up against her. Her brain was still a little foggy from her orgasm.

She had never felt anything close to the earth shattering orgasm that Bane had given her. A small part of her brain was telling her she needed to have a thing about why that was. But the rest of her brain was telling her to focus on the tall, dark and dangerous god that pressed up against her. She was more than happy to listen to that part.

Bane ended the kiss and took half a step back from her. Emma felt the loss of his body heat like a physical pain. What was her body doing to her?

“On your knees,” he told her in a dark and rough voice.

Emma didn’t hesitate to bend her knees and fall on them in front of him, looking up to meet his eyes. Shouldn’t she be struggling against this? She briefly wondered. But