60, Marking territory

Emma gasped for air when Bane’s lips travelled down her throat as his hand caressed down her leg, finding the slit in the dress and pulling her leg around him as he exposed it.

“Bane,” she half-heartedly objected. Her body was, as usual, responding to his touch, but her mind was aware of the party that was going on just a few feet away.

“I have needed to fuck you since you came down the stairs, angel. This dress is driving me insane and that fucking idiot has every part of me needing to claim my ownership of you,” Bane growled in her ear, making her whimper. Emma felt the need in her grow alarmingly fast as Bane’s hand travelled up her exposed leg. She heard him swear as his fingertips felt the delicate lace of the stockings. “You are killing me,” he murmured against her neck as his lips tasted her puls.

“Someone might come by,” she pointed out.

“I don’t care. Your body is singing to me. We won’t be here long, angel,” he said. Emma knew he was right. She could feel her body rapidly