Kael Woods
I see her bare and trembling beneath me. That’s all I need. She’s mine, and I don’t care who knows it. My hands rip at her dress, tearing it off completely. She gasps, trying to cover herself, and I press her down against the bed.
“Mine,” I growl, crushing my lips against hers. She moans, soft and helpless, and I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head. My other hand slides down her stomach, over her hips, down between her thighs.
She’s wet already. I slide a finger inside her, curling it and thrusting deep. She gasps, hips jerking into my hand. I add a second finger, pushing them in and out fast. Her moans get louder, raw and desperate.
I lean down, my mouth on her neck, biting hard, sucking, leaving marks. My tongue drags lower, tracing over her breasts before droppin
