Her lips crashed into mine with a heat that would make hell seem like a winter vacation. My ribs screamed in protest, but the rest of me didn't give a damn about some minor bone damage. The Nectar of the Gods pulsed between us with each touch, each savage kiss. I felt her entire body shudder when it hit her system.
Skylar pulled back, her violet eyes glazed and hungry. "I'm tired of waiting in line," she said, voice raw. "I'm tired of watching her touch you. I'm tired of Emi's pathetic puppy eyes. I'm tired of pretending I don't want this."
She pushed me down onto the bed and straddled my waist, grinding against me through our clothes. Her lips curled into that infuriating smirk I'd come to both hate and love.
"You think you're the only predator in this house, Stray Dog? Let's see if you can handle a little smoke."
I almost laughed. The little punk princess thought she was in control. How adorable.
