Michael's POV
Allyson raised herself up, her tongue trailing fire across my throat before her teeth found their mark. The bite was firm enough to send lightning straight through my body, making my cock throb with desperate need.
I was drowning in the feeling, completely consumed by her touch against my heated skin, so I never saw it coming.
Her palms slammed against my chest with surprising force, rolling us over until she sat perched above me like a queen claiming her throne.
I let her have it.
For the moment.
My lips curved into a wicked smile, fingers gripping her curves as she positioned herself over my length, her wetness gliding along me in the most torturous tease imaginable.
"Getting bold now, are we?"
My supposedly innocent woman was playing games that made my blood burn. It was obvious now she craved dominance. Tonight, she was claiming it.
