Lorraine's heart pounded as though it would break free of her chest. He never asked that out of her before. And the way he asked… like claiming her… as if he owned her… as if she owned him… as if they belonged together and owed that much…
Her fingers trembled as they closed around him, hesitant at first, then firmer when she felt his sharp inhale against her lips. His eyes fluttered shut, jaw tightening as if her touch alone undid him. She stroked him slowly, her small hand learning the weight, the heat, the pulse that throbbed beneath her fingers.
"Lorraine…" His voice cracked, rough with restraint, and when he opened his eyes again, they burned with need so fierce she nearly forgot to breathe. He guided her hand, showing her the rhythm he craved, his breath ragged as he kissed her in between groans of pleasure.
