Gods, the relief of his hand coming to her breast, the pleasure-pain of his teasing her like this, it was explosive. She bucked against the door, begging quietly, "Harder, please Robert," she felt manic from her eyelids to her toes, a desperate sort of insanity having replaced the intractable depression she'd been drowning in for months. "Need you," she panted out between kisses, bucking once more. She needed his hands between her thighs, his mouth everywhere, needed him to bury himself inside of her. She sounded desperate, she knew it, but she didn't care.
She broke their kiss to look him in the eye once more, trying to steady her heartbeat for just one second to say, "What do you want to do to me? I want you to do it, whatever it is," she wanted him to own her, even if it was just for this one moment in time, she wanted to feel what it would be like to completely possessed by him.