Don't Love Me
Constantine looks up at me with hooded eyes, filled with desire and says, "You like it rough, don't you princess?"
I just nod, desperate for whatever this is to continue. He does as Cass suggested and firmly grabs my hair at the nape of my neck, tilting my head perfectly for him to assault my mouth. This time there is more fire in the kiss. His hand, which was playing with my nipple, works its way down to my ass. With a quick tug, he pulls me to the edge of the desk, and he pushes his arousal into me. I moan into the kiss from the friction against my clit. The silk feels amazing.