Darren sat up, forcing my body to move with his as he lifted me, seating me onto his lap. His mouth opened to speak, but mine crushed against his in a needy kiss. I needed him to shut the f**k up and not ruin this. He growled into my mouth, and I mewled softly. His kiss wasn’t violent or angry. Instead, it was soft and pleading as he coaxed me to kiss him back.
I was a fire, and he was the tinder fueling and stoking my flames. I didn’t care that he intended to use me or breed me like some b***h that had one purpose. Nothing mattered right now, nothing except ending the pain in my apex that only he could soothe.
I shoved Darren down onto the bed, sliding my hand along his muscular stomach to flick the button of his jeans, freeing his thick c**k. Scooting back to escape his touch, I yanked
