Olivia's POV
I felt the energy in me fade off. I saw the mark on André's neck and the bubbling passion in his eyes.
Before I could think, he grabbed me and bent me over a table, knocking over the potted plants and spilling the lush, loamy soil on the ground.
I felt his hands spank my butt and whimpered in pleasure.
"Make me yours, André. Please."
He spread my legs apart, and I could feel his fingers teasing me.
Fuck! My bud was soaking. I could smell my own arousal.
"I have never had you this wet for me before, kitten. Tell me how bad you want me. Tell me how bad you want my c**k to fill you."
His fingers thrust inside my p***y, and I moaned in pleasure. My claws scratched the table, leaving lacerations in the wood. I could feel my p***y clenching around his fingers and pulling him
