The room seemed to shrink around us, the world outside fading until there was nothing but heat, breath, and need.
Every moan, every gasp, every desperate press of our bodies spoke louder than words ever could.
Finally, he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his breathing heavy, uneven.
"So… f**k, I want you," Kaelen whispered, his voice husky, rough. "Every inch. Every moment. You feel how hard I am for you?" Taking my hand to touch his hard c**k.
I shivered, nodding, my lips parting just as he claimed my mouth again, dragging me straight into the fire of desire.
Kaelen stood up suddenly, staring down at me with pure hunger in his eyes.
"Strip," he commanded, then took a seat on the chair.
My breath hitched. My legs nearly gave out from his voice alone.
