The Unnamed Lovers
Her hands ran down his back, her fingernails scratching just hard enough for him to feel it through his thin shirt. She just barely heard a growl as his control slipped and he pulled her close. One hand roughly cupped her ass and another wrapped itself in her black hair. His lips found her collarbone and roughly traced it. She moaned softly as the excitement built and she dug her fingers into his hair. His grip tightened around her and her body molded to his. With a louder growl he...