He kissed her like he was branding her soul—tongue sweeping in, claiming every inch of her mouth, teeth sinking into her plush lower lip with a sharp bite that wrung a desperate gasp from her throat.
His fist in her hair anchored her exactly where he wanted, tilting her head back to take more, deeper.
His other hand clamped her hip, yanking her flush against him until the rigid, throbbing length of his cock ground hard against her belly through the thin barriers of fabric.
"Ahh... Phei~" Sierra moaned—a low, broken sound that vibrated straight to his balls—her manicured fingers twisting in his shirt like she'd fall apart if she let go.
He felt the exact moment she surrendered: the way her spine softened, the way her hips rolled instinctively into his, the sudden rush of wet heat he could feel blooming between her thighs as her body opened for him without a single touch.
When he finally tore his mouth away, they were both ragged, breathless.
