Felicity arched into the touch, her body responding to his dominance instinctively. "You asked for it," she whispered back between gasps for air.
His thumb traced a slow, possessive circle against her hip. "Nah. You're going to take every inch of me until you're screaming my name, and you're going to love every second."
Felicity's breath hitched, her eyes widening as he squeezed just enough to make her head spin, the dominance flooding her veins like liquid fire. "Voss... fuck," she whispered, but he shook his head, tightening his hold on her ass.
"Look at you, dripping wet already. You love this, don't you?"
She moaned, pushing back against him, her voice muffled against the table. "Yes... god, yes, I want it. Fuck me, Voss. Please."
He chuckled, dark and triumphant, unzipping his pants with one hand while keeping the other on her ass.
