Phei didn't give her time to recover from the collapse in his arms as he removed everything he had on in a single motion without the woman even taking in a second breath.
He dragged her backward across the room in one fluid, possessive motion—hand still clamped around her throat, fingers pressing deeper into the frantic flutter of her pulse so he could feel every wild throb against his palm, the other arm banded like steel around that cinched-in waist, fingers digging into the impossibly soft flesh until it spilled between them.
Her legs dragged weakly for half a step before instinct kicked in and she stumbled after him, her thighs slick and trembling, her pussy lips probably already swollen and glistening with every shaky movement, already parting slightly with need.
The backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed.
He dropped onto the mattress with deliberate force, yanking Cassiopeia straight down onto his lap in the exact position he craved.
