Makena didn't have to stay stunned for long.
Clark moved like a storm breaking loose, fast, unstoppable, and utterly consuming.
One moment she was still reeling from the vision of his big fat cock; the next, his massive body had descended over hers, caging her beneath him.
The mattress dipped under his weight, the air driven from her lungs in a soft gasp that turned into a moan the instant his lips crashed back onto hers.
This kiss was different: hungrier, filthier, no trace of the careful restraint he'd shown before.
His tongue swept into her mouth like he owned it, stroking against hers in deep, deliberate thrusts that left her dizzy.
Makena's hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into hard muscle, and she kissed him back with everything she had, moaning shamelessly into his mouth.
He swallowed every sound like it belonged to him.
His hands were already moving. Impatient fingers tore at her dress.
