There were things in life that one just had to learn to accept. And one of those things in Heath's life was that any encounter with Adora meant incredible sex that would leave him walking funny for days. It was a hard break to take but someone had to take it. Not! How could he possibly not love this woman? She liked to fuck. She liked it rough. She didn't get attached. She was perfect. And really, she needn't dose him with any sort of lust inducing affects to get what she wanted from him. He was most definitely willing prey.
The tone of her voice was enough to broaden that grin upon his lips as it held all the clues he needed as to just how intense this was going to be. She was in a mood. And these moods always proved quite beneficial to him. Kicking off his shoes, Heath unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his tan and toned chest with the thick nestles of dark hair. Granted, he was a little bit older, and human, so he was no Adonis, but he certainly felt like and carried himself like a Greek God.
He hooked his arm beneath her own once he was close enough, bending it up over her back to entangle the fingers of his hand in her hair as he pushed her back towards the desk, leaning in to drag his tongue up over her throat before allowing his lips to find her own. He pushed her up onto the desk once he felt it bump the back of her legs and shoved his hand rather forcefully between her thighs to press against that moist heat that he was certain to find there. His tongue danced with hers as he caressed her through her panties and then he caught her lip with his teeth and gave it a bit of a tug just as fingers hooked around the delicate fabric and ripped it out of his way.