Steamy Dreams
My eyes found that painting again, Soon thought.
“Oh, I’m…” Deuce’s words cut off in a growl that vibrated through both our bodies. His movements became erratic, desperate, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
“Yes,” I moaned, letting my voice break. “Please, Deuce. Please.”
Let him feel this moment, I thought, my nails raking down his back with just enough pressure to make him think I was lost in passion rather than rage. If this is the only way to get what I need, I’ll do it again. And again. And again.