Chapter 52
Drogen's body tensed for a split second, startled by her boldness, but the hesitation melted instantly as her lips claimed his. He growled low in his throat, kissing her back with a fiery intensity that made her head spin. Their tongues tangled in a fervent dance, his taste intoxicating and his dominance undeniable. The faint flavor of mint on her lips only heightened his hunger, igniting the flames he'd tried so hard to suppress.
Any semblance of restraint he'd clung to shattered. His hands slid down her body, gripping her thighs as he pinned her against the wall. She gasped when his hard length pressed firmly between her legs, the contact sending a rush of heat through her core. Instead of pulling away, Natasha's body moved instinctively, grinding against him, her need growing unbearable with every passing second.
"Fuck it, Natasha," he groaned against her lips, his voice thick with desire.
