Claiming Her

Leila

I gave in to the need. I needed him. I had needed him since the last time his lips had touched mine. The man was addictive. He was the worst kind of addiction. He could cost me everything and yet, I didn’t care.

My hands ran up his back and into his short hair, pulling him closer as I pressed my body against his. I rubbed myself against his firm body, groaning with pleasure as I felt him spring to life. Knowing a man as handsome as he was wanted me was intoxicating. I felt wrapped up in a spell of lust with no way to break it accept to ride through it. Riding him through it sounded very intriguing.

His hands dropped to my butt, squeezing and kneading as he rocked against me. If the man wasn’t careful, I was going to climb him on the spot. I felt ravenous, like I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted more. I could practically feel my nails grow as I scoured them down his back. I felt like a cat in heat, rubbing against him.

His hands tangled in my hair before he pulled my head bac