The kiss is fierce and passionate, born from the primal instinct of two creatures drawn to each other in a way that transcends every thought, every duty, every reason.
There is nothing thing gentle about the way Rune handles me, but then, I have never been the type of woman who loves being treated like glass.
He is fire and right now, I'm burning.
And nothing has ever felt so good.
When I cup the length of him through his slacks, he makes a sound deep in his throat that is both raw and sounds very close to the animal that lurks under his skin and it is so s****l, my folds clench hard. I shiver with wanton, unbridled lust.
He slams me against the wall beside the hall's door and I shove him hard, twisting us so that his back his against the wall instead. I want control. I want him writ
