"But I do like taking care of you…" she added, her voice dropping into a dark, velvety purr. "I like feeding you… touching you… owning you…"
Her words were a match to the kindling of my arousal. I didn't let her finish. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and yanked her against me, my mouth crashing down onto hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was filthy—sloppy, wet, hungry.
Our lips mashed together, tongues clashing, teeth clicking, saliva dripping down our chins as we devoured each other.
She moaned into my mouth, the sound vibrating against my tongue, her hands flying to my hair, yanking me closer like she wanted to fuse our bodies together. I could taste her—coffee and sugar and something darker, something that was just her—and it was intoxicating.
