Maisie
Soren made a low sound in his throat, something between a growl and a groan, and his hands found my hair and waist, hauling me against him.
His mouth was a brand, licking into me, tasting and more demanding, and I scraped my canines against his lower lip, earning a sharp grunt from him that sounded like, "May."
My back hit the cool surface of the door as he began a ruthless parry and thrust with his tongue that felt like both a tease and a mind-fuck as I began thinking of all the things his tongue could do to me.
An hungry growl vibrated in my chest and I pushed back, managing a feral twist and he groaned against my mouth as his back hit the nearest wall.
He pulled away, startled by the show of dominance as my hand pressed him back. The heat in his eyes licked my skin, hot enough to burn.
This was going to end with me sprawled on my ass on that table, a rational part of me thought. One kiss, my ass.
