Anna leaned closer on the narrow bed in their cramped upstairs room. The single bulb overhead flickered weakly. Her fingers trailed lightly along Ren's forearm, slow and teasing. She looked up at him through her lashes, cheeks flushed.
"Ren," she murmured, voice thick with want. "I can't hold back anymore. My whole body is aching for you right now."
Ren's breath caught. He felt the heat radiating from her skin. His hand slid to her hip, fingers pressing gently. "Anna... you're killing me here. Keep touching me like that and I won't be able to stop. Do you want me to fuck you like that day again we are still recovering."
She gave a soft laugh, low and breathy. Her palm flattened against his chest, then drifted higher until her fingertips brushed the side of his neck. "Who said I want you to stop? Kiss me already and fuck me dead already."
Ren leaned in. Their faces were inches apart. He could taste her breath, sweet and warm. His lips parted, ready to close the distance.
BOOM!
