The kiss grows from gentle to rough and needy. Hands roving everywhere. Body against body. Electra is one shy away from literally gluing herself to Anders, like she is going to possess him. And she will.
Her hand digs into his hair, pulling closer and closer. It doesn't seem like enough. She wants more and more of him.
Anders feels just the same. His hands are clutching her close, pressing her into the strain in his groin.
He slams her against the wall, kissing her with a ferocious hunger. He unclips her hands from the mess of his hair and pins them above her, restricting her.
Electra moans her protest into his mouth. She wants to touch him. But he's not letting her.
With one hand, he lifts her from the ground and she wraps her legs around him, her bare yoni rubbing against his erect
