Lilith's POV
Jarek's hand slips under my skirt, roughly grabbing my ass through my panties, yanking me hard against him.
My feet barely touch the ground, my weight sinking onto his strong thigh, his palm kneading my flesh, his leg pressed against his taut muscles, and his scorching c**k grinding against my front.
His pupils slit, flashing that familiar, predatory hunger.
My heart skips.
"W-we can't—" I stammered, "Kieran's right—"
A snarl. Then—rip.
He rips my panties down. No fabric barrier now, his hand grips my ass harder, fingers sliding down the crease, rough tips grazing my most sensitive spot, parting my folds.
"Mmm!" I shudder, my p***y clenching instinctively, a tingling itch surging as slick drips uncontrollably.
Jarek's fingers stir inside me, quickly coated in wetness
