He didn't need further invitation.
He lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist, her bare thighs clenching, her body pressed against his with a desperate intensity.
He could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her, a burning promise of release.
He stumbled backward, the wall cold and jarring but he managed to ignore it, only focusing on the heat of her skin, the frantic rhythm of her breath.
He carried her to the bed, a chaotic mess of tangled sheets and discarded clothes.
They fell onto it, a tangle of limbs and desperation, the springs groaning beneath their combined weight.
There was no grace, tenderness, only a raw need to connect, to escape the darkness that threatened to consume them both.
His mouth trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot, feve
