'Thank God, indeed.'
His arms darted out and he pulled her across the fort, kissing her hard. The platter of food and drinks was brushed aside and she was pinned into the comfort of the pillows and blankets. She felt his hands hover over her breasts, grabbing them as he probed into her mouth.
She, on the other hand, reached for his t-shirt and tried to bring it up his head. He quickly let her go, helping her take it off. As he did so, his muscles flexed and she watched in fascination. She was staring at the perfect body of a god. She only snapped out of it when he pulled her back, threading his fingers into her hair and kissing her again. The kiss was hot and needy, leaving no room for her to escape… not that she wanted to.
She moaned softly and rubbed herself against him, letting him know that this was exactly what she wanted. She sounded so wanton, but she felt unashamed because he was the one who had turned her into this.
