Chapter 8: Green eyed Tasmanian goddess
He wasn’t sure where they were headed. But they moved to a room next to Daniel’s, kissing and fondling each other like the hungry werewolves they were.
But their hunger could only be sated by something beyond imagination. Something past sitting at the dinning table with a plate of hot steaming steak over your face. Something...Carnal.
On entering the room(Which was actually a supply closet), he kicked the door close with just a swift move of his foot, still entangled in a hot make out session with the green eyed goddess who was already tearing his shirt to shreds with her claws.
’Feisty..I like that!!!’. He thought as he pulled her hair back , smashing his lips on hers again, burying his tongue in her mouth when she gasped at how fast he took her in.
She shuddered against his embrace, her knees quacking in desire. Her mouth formed an ’o’ as he leaned down to leave hickeys around her slender smooth fair neck causing the belle to loose control of her senses.
Everything, they did hastily like they didn’t belong there and needed to be out as soon as possible.
Barton ran his hands over her hips; over and over again before he found the linen of her panties. He didn’t hesitate to rip them off her body earning an aroused squeal from her throat.
He did the same with her brassiere till her body was in its full glory before him.
Her body was his tonight. His to touch. His to suck. His to plunder. She was his!!!
In the dim light that reflected on her face, he took note of all her features. Sharp and well defined. She was a real epitome of beauty. He couldn’t help but steal one more kiss before proceeding to sweep her up and carry her in his arms only to lower her to the ground.
Dora was already lost in a world of her own. A world of pleasure and erotism. Her senses had been nullified to nothing as she willingly gave herself to him.