Regina had an idea. The same insane, mind-crippling feeling Vulture did to her. If she was not restrained, she would pounce on him and fuck him till the tingly, urgent, consuming need disappeared.
The only problem was, she did not think it would ever disappear. And she did not want it to. "Say it again, Regina." Vulture let her go, unbuttoning his blazer.
She breathed hard, panting as he ripped the jacket off, dropping it on the floor. "Fuck me, master. I can not stand not having you."
Vulture groaned, kicking off his shoes as he undid his tie. An evil glint entered his eyes. He slid the cream tie in his fingertips, looking at it then back to her.
Her heart lurched as he advanced. "Open."
She shook her head. "No. I would not be able to breathe."
"You will breathe around it. You can bite down."
