Hearing and understanding my plea, my blatant need, he enthusiastically turns our bodies enough to lay me on my back while I wrap my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles over his back. His chest is heaving and his eyes spark with his blatant, wicked need and desire- appearing more awake than ever as if he hadn't in fact just woken up moments before. But it’s the longing there- beneath the desire, beneath the need- it's the longing in those beautiful bedroom eyes that drives me to the brink of insanity and has me abrasively dragging my nails along his back urgently, goading him unabashedly for more-for everything he has to give- and dragging a feral growl from his throat. A feral growl that's teeming with a devoted obsession to fulfill my every need and a yearning for me- so rogue and
