He nodded. “All right, Cora.” And again he started to move away.
I held tight and got higher on my toes so my lips were a breath away from his.
“Don’t be angry with me anymore,” I repeated and he stilled.
“I’m not angry, sweets,” he whispered.
I touched my mouth to his and said yet again, “Don’t be angry with me anymore.”
His fingers flexed into my skin again and he replied softly, “Cora.”
I touched my mouth to his again, my fingers sliding from his neck up into his hair, my body moving in two inches so it was against his.
Tor got the message. I knew this when he groaned against my lips, his head slanted, his mouth opened over mine and his tongue slid in.
Yes.
I moaned into his mouth and the kiss went instantly wild. His arms closed around me and crushed me to him then I burrowed closer, pressing my fingers into his hair to hold his mouth to me as he drank from me and I gave to him… everything I had.
Then, suddenly, he broke his mouth from mine, turned me so my back was to him and with a hand between my shoulder blades, he shoved me forward. My arms went out to break my fall, my hands hit the bed at the same time he tossed the skirt of my dress up.
Oh God.
My knees trembled and I felt wetness saturate between my legs.
He yanked my panties over my ass.
My knees nearly buckled.
“Tor,” I breathed.
He jerked my panties down my legs. “Step out of them,” he commanded, his voice thick.
I stepped out of my panties then he pushed against me with his h*ps and I mounted the bed on my knees. I felt his hand working at my behind then he mounted me, filling me full.
My head jerked back at the feel of him.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He shoved in with his body and got on the bed on his knees then leaned forward, wrapping an arm around my chest, the other around my ribs, he hauled me up, still impaled on his cock.
“Mouth,” he growled, I twisted my head and the instant I did, his mouth found mine and he kissed me.
This kiss was wilder, no control, not from Tor, not from me and I loved every f**king second of it.
His mouth broke from mine and he ordered, “Discard your dress.”
With trembling hands, I pulled off my dress and flung it aside.
“Now this,” he demanded, tugging at the cup of my bra.
Arching my back (which also succeeded in sliding him deeper inside me which felt freaking great), I reached for the hooks at the back of my bra, undid them clumsily, pulled it down my arms and tossed it aside.
One of his hands went to cup my breast warmly, the other hand slid between my legs, his middle finger hitting the core of me.
At the sensations these caused, my back arched again and I whimpered.
His thumb and finger found my nipple and he pulled. “Who’s inside you?”