'Yes. Oh, yes.'

'You were very disobedient,' he breathes, his eyes smoky, and everything in my body tightens as everything south of my waist tightens deliciously.

'Yes. Oh, yes.' My voice is barely audible.

'Good girl,' he whispers, his breathing husky.

'Take me,' I breathe.

Tipping my chin back, he softly kisses my bottom lip, tasting, shallowing my breath. Insistent, his eyes glowing with lust, insistent, he plants a soft wet kiss on my lips. Holding my head in place, his hand tightens around my hair at my nape, fisting his hands. My subconscious glares at me.