Unholy Cravings (Collection of Short Stories)
I quickened my pace, bouncing on him as his hands slid under the shirt, up to my waist, then my chest.
"Fuck," he hissed. "You don't know what you're doing to me."
"I think I do," I breathed, leaning down to kiss him. "And I'm just getting started."
He kissed me back, rough and hungry, his hips bucking up to meet mine, matching every thrust with a deeper one. The bed creaked beneath us. The steam in the room was thick—desperate, dirty, dangerous.
Fuck
And all I could think about was how good it felt to break every rule I swore I wouldn't. To ride him like I belonged to him.