“I feel it.”
Sin looked into my eyes. The expression on his face was one of desperation. At my words his lip pressed against mine and he moved my arms up higher, stretching me so my body arched against his. Heat rose through my body, dancing along my skin. Sin leaned back, releasing my hands and I moved his shirt up and over his head, his fists grasping the front of my blouse. Buttons pinged to the floor in sharp taps as he tore it open. My bra soon followed and he shoved the tattered remains from my shoulders.
I unzipped my skirt and pushed my panties off. As he undid his jeans, his hard c**k springing free I leaned back on the pillows and peered up at him. Feral, that was the best way to describe the way he looked. His auburn hair tousled, his full lips swollen. His pupils were
