Nibbling down her neck, Bash all but growled as Darcy rocked her hips against him and hissed with the friction. Did she not know that she was torturing him? Refusing to fight off his growing excitement, he grew hard beneath her. His right hand moved to her waist and held her there as he rolled his hips up to hers.
"Nothing is more important than being allowed to burry myself deep inside of you. All I can think about is feeling you stretch around me as I thrust deep inside of you," he hoarsely whispered.