Emmet's words roared in my head as I groaned breathily and grabbed his close, lips deep in Emmet and he wrapped his arms around my waist, hands trailing to my body.
Emmet kissed me deeply before pulling back and nipping at his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, then plunging in again. He was taunting me and the sting made my cock twitch in his pants. Emmet's hands rubbed all over my body and every touch was a brand on my flesh. I was helpless as I dragged my fingers through Emmet's hair, before tugging on the ends so that he raised Emmet's face to meet mine.
"More," I rasped and my voice sounded alien to my ears. I did not sound like myself but more like a beast driven by desire and need. Emmet moved and suddenly I was laying flat on my back on the carpet with Emmet above me, hands breaking my head on either side. He was breathing heavily and his swollen lips parted on each painted breath.
