Eira's POV
Under his heated gaze, my hands moved further down his torso, finally reaching his cock, my eyes never leaving his.
Leaning slightly as the headboard of the bed like a king, he just watched me.
The moment I wrapped my fingers around him, he hissed and cursed, his entire body tensing. His gaze shifted from my face to my hand, his grip tightening possessively on my butt.
At the same time, my own body hummed at the feel of him in my palm. I could not find words for that sensation, but it felt right. Natural. My hand moved along his length on its own, feeling him, watching the way his breathing changed.
"You little cunt…asking for trouble…" he cursed through gritted teeth.
"You asked me to," I whispered boldly, enjoying it, my thumb brushing over the tip of his cock.
"Fuck!" he hissed. One hand slid behind my neck, pulling my face closer. "Put it inside already," he growled against my lips, biting down harshly.
