Arwen shifted on the bed at his words. “You want to have sex.”
“Only if you agree.”
“God yes,” she was ripping her t-shirt over her head in a quick movement which made him laugh aloud. “For me, the best way to deal with stress is an orgasm. You give me multiples. Let’s go. We only have two hours?”
“One hour and fifty-eight minutes now,” he smirked as she was running to her closet.
“Come pick out what you want to use.”
He rolled off the bed and called her name, “Arwen, get back on the bed.”
She paused, “no toys?”
He ripped his leather belt off his pants, “This is all I need.”
She blinked at the ferocity on his face. He had gone from zero to a hundred in a blink. The instant she had said she was in he was in full beast mode. Her shorts were dampening by the second. He rifled through
