When he returned, Sera had taken matters into her own hands, literally. A growl ripped out of him before he could stop it.
"No one gets to touch you, not even you,"
"You're taking too long," she hissed, fingers tightening in the sheets. "I need you so bad right now."
Her body shivered under the weight of his need. His lips curved into a predator's smirk as he unrolled the latex. When he entered her, it was with a groan that shook the room. Sera gasped, her nails digging into his arms instinctively.
Still so tight, still trembling from the anticipation, Sera's legs instinctively wrapped around him, pulling him deeper, urging him on, chasing an insatiable need that clawed at her sanity. Her body burned with want, every nerve ending alive, every shiver a reminder that she could not—would not—resist him. "More," she whispered.
Eric's eyes flickered down to hers. "I thought you'd never ask," he muttered, lifting one of her thighs, repositioning her to allow him full, brutal access.
