"Deimos!" His name escapes my lips disguised a deep moan encaged in the depths of pure need. His fingers are tangled in my hair fisting the strands harshly angling my mouth to meet his. My fists bang upon his chest carrying heavy force with its hits. Yet it does not stop him.
Every time I turn my face away from him, he simply grabs my jaw to face him and takes my lips again. His large hand slides down and grabs my right breast clutching it tightly with a low growl while his thumb makes love to my hard nipple. My legs turn weak as they shake and shiver and I begin to lose my balance.
Deimos holds my hip with his right hand steadying me and his left palm meets the surface of the wall behind me whilst his lips never leaving mine. I tear my lips from his and speak before he devours them again. "Let me breathe, my male." I say breathless trying to feed oxygen to my derived lungs.
