Deepest Mark (An Obsession Born In One Night)
“Tell me..”
“I… I…” She couldn’t form a full sentence. Her hands came up between them, trying to push at his chest.
He caught both wrists easily and pinned them above her head with one hand. The other slid down her side, possessive and deliberate, settling hard at her waist. Then suddenly, his mouth was on hers.
The kiss was not gentle. It was deep, claiming, and hungry. He kissed her like he was reminding her body who had already been inside it. His tongue stroked against hers, slow and filthy, while his hips pressed forward so she could feel exactly how hard he was.