Violeta laughed like he might have been right, a warm puff of air quickly swallowed up by another, softer embrace. She held his face and nodded, moving her lips to his chin, up the trail of his jaw and to his neck. She buried a moan there before falling back again, breathing heavily, twisting the sheet up in her fist as another jolt of pleasure coursed relentlessly through her. She nearly begged him then, his name caught between a groan and a whine when it left her lips.
In a sudden act of retaliation, she captured his mouth once more and used that distraction as leverage to shift beneath him and, with a palm against his shoulder, push him onto his back. She rolled on top of him and straddled his waist, her ruined dress hanging off her shoulder, its skirt edges spilling over his thighs as she sat upright and grinned down at him, slowly drawing away from the brink of mindlessness. If it was less talking that he wanted...she dragged her hands up his body and leaned forward, long silky waves of dark hair framing her face and caressing his chest as she bent down and began to leave traces of sweltering kisses over his collarbone.