Watching him undress, Minerva's hand reached down to play with herself between her legs and she felt how wet and ready she was for him. Her clit was a hard, sensitive bead against the pad of her middle finger and Minerva whimpered, needing Atlas and wanting him very badly.
And then his hands were on her again, and his cock nudging between her thighs - his mouth hot and brutal against her own. Minerva's tongue dived inside his mouth, kissing Atlas feverishly - her teeth biting and not caring at all if she was being too aggressive. She wanted him. Wanted to claw at him, and bite.
Minerva looked up at him in defiance.
"Make me," she growled, challenging him with a glare.