One Last Chance

KEANNE

Her back hit the wall and fuck. The way she said my name, her gasps, the way she arched, her fingers searching my body. It felt so right. So overdue.

I had wanted this all my life. Needed this all my life.

My tie came off, and it unceremoniously fell to the floor, my chest heaving. I was breathless, and so was she, but neither of us had gotten close to enough kisses.

I wanted her lips designed with the evidence of my passion. I needed her marked for me. In every way possible. I needed her to belong to me completely.

I moved from her lips, my attention shifting to her neck, my fingers pulling down the thin sleeves of the back dress. Hell, the dress was beautiful and was absolutely made to be taken off. Disrespectfully.

"I am gonna be rough," I said, my voice sounding almost like it wasn't mine.

"Even better," she said. Her hand reached for my shirt, and she ripped it off, almost like she needed to prove a point to me. It was almost like she needed me to see how much she needed