I kissed him again, with every ounce of desire in me. His hands came up to my face, smearing it with the blood of the man who had humiliated me. Somehow, the sheer insanity of that action only made my arousal intensify.
I craved him buried to the hilt inside me.
Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I sucked and coaxed, claiming his mouth as my own, tasting him while my fingers tangled in his hair and gave a sharp tug.
Zephyr groaned into the kiss, his hands shifting down to hike my dress even higher, exposing my bare ass as he gripped it.
With one hand, I tugged open his fly, the other diving to wrap around his thick, hard length. Just the sight of it, veined, pulsing, had my core clenching with anticipation.
I rose slowly on my knees, guiding him to my entrance, and then eased down on
