Unholy Cravings (Collection of Short Stories)
He sat on the couch, legs apart, arms resting on his thighs, like a man fighting a war inside his own skin.
"Come here," he murmured.
I stepped between his knees, and his hands rose to my hips, warm and grounding. They slid up slowly, reverently, tracing a path over skin he already knew by memory.
"Spread your legs for me, Naomi."
I did. He pulled me closer, sliding his hands down to my hips with quiet command.Then, without warning, his palm landed firmly against my ass.
Not hard. Not cruel. Just enough to make me gasp.
His other hand cradled the back of my neck, drawing me in. My lips parted, and heat pooled in my pussy.