She kissed him deeply, her tongue slipping into his mouth. He tasted her, the sweetness of her, the raw, primal hunger.
Her hands moved to his pants, and she quickly stroke the very visible bulge, feeling the fullness and hardness of his cock.
"Oh, yes," she breathed, her voice low and husky. "I want this inside me. I want you to fill me with your seed and bind us together."
Adrian's hands roamed her body, exploring her curves. She was perfect, her skin smooth and soft, her scent sweet and musky.
"But that isn't a part of the contract right?"
She laughed, a low, throaty sound.
"You're right. It's not," she purred, her eyes shining. "But it's still what I want."
His fingers traced her collarbone, then dipped lower, brushing against the swell of her breasts. She moaned softly, her body arching toward him.
He could feel her nipples harden under his fingers, her breath quickening.
