Nayla's whisper hung between them like smoke—hot, needy, trembling.
The words were barely out of her mouth before Aiden's mouth crashed down on hers again—harder this time, hungrier.
His tongue claimed hers in deep, possessive strokes while one hand slid beneath her neck, cradling her head like something precious, the other gripping her hip with bruising strength.
Thighs spread wide, knees hooked over his hips, her slick heat pressed flush against the underside of his cock.
He broke the kiss just long enough to look down at her.
Her midnight hair fanned across the pillows like spilled ink.
Her crimson eyes were glassy, pupils blown so wide only a thin ring of red remained.
Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow pants—breasts heavy, nipples dark and swollen from his earlier worship.
Between her thighs, her virgin pussy glistened obscenely—swollen lips parted, clit throbbing visibly, entrance fluttering with every heartbeat.
Aiden exhaled roughly.
