The kiss was everything. It consumed me as it shut out everything else; the blare of traffic and the hazy streetlights outside the car. Elias's mouth was hot, urgent, demanding, and I met it with a hunger of my own.
My breath hitched as his hand slid from my neck down my spine, settling firmly on my lower back. He pressed me closer, molding my body against his, and I could feel the hard ridge of his erection through our clothes, and I wanted it badly, I wanted it inside me.
My body was still weary from the earlier encounter; my muscles still ached dully and my head still felt heavy, but in that moment, the exhaustion didn't matter. It was overshadowed by the fierce surge of lust.
This was different, this wasn't about control, not entirely, it was about raw desire. I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me not because I was trying to forget anything but simply because I wanted to be fucked.
He broke the kiss, just enough to murmur against my lips, "Are you sure?"
