Devon's eyes turned darker than storm clouds rolling in, gray shifting slow to black thunder as he stepped free from the dark puddle of his clothes scattered on the cold tile, cock still slick and shining thick from her throat.
The veins pulsing hard under the dim light that painted everything in warm, sinful gold.
The air between them crackled like live wire snapping, thick and heavy with the raw, heady scent of her dripping cunt, the salty tang of his cum still clinging to her swollen, red lips, the faint metallic bite of the restroom pipes mixing with their sweat and heat, the sharp lemon cleaner now drowned out by pure sex.
He didn't say a word at first. He didn't have to.
One hand shot out fast and sure, fingers wrapping tight around her throat, not choking hard, just owning every inch, pinning her upper body flat to the cool tile wall with a grip that made her pulse hammer under his palm.
