Luther seized Amy's waist tighter, and crushed his lips against hers, kissing with all the intensity pulsing through him. So many nights, Luther had nearly gone insane with thoughts of Amy. He couldn't hold back. He wanted to consume every bit of her.
Amy kissed back with the same drive he felt. They were matching each other's need and force, lips sliding, tongues delving, and moans escaping. They moved with the kiss like a dance, and Amy dug her nails into Luther's back, making husky sounds escape him. Her hand threaded through his hair, and she pushed him to sit on the bed, his back hitting the headboard before she straddled him.
“Amy, one last time. We shouldn't do this.” Luther heard himself say with his thick, desire-filled voice. “We can continue when you're in your right senses.”
