Her voice broke pathetically against his lips, soft and breathy, a helpless, dirty little moan escaping her throat before she could even try to stop it.
Cruxius felt it vibrate against his mouth. He groaned deeply into her, the dark sound heavy and hungry, pulling her even closer, tighter, until there wasn't a single millimeter of space left between her soft curves and his hard angles.
One large hand moved up, aggressively groping the heavy swell of her breast right through her thin silk blouse. His rough fingers squeezed and kneaded the plush flesh until her highly sensitive nipple instantly stiffened, pressing into a hard, aching peak beneath the sheer fabric. His palm rolled over it again and again, greedy and agonizingly slow.
