And they did. In that moment, I knew how mad I was for her. How much I wanted her. And how damn much I enjoyed the fact that she was mine. Only mine. Those lips were the finest shade of ruby, as always creating this insane contrast with her skin.. Her face so damn perfectly sculpted that I had trouble believing she was even real.. The splendid lines made her seem gentle, pure, but the way her eyes were slightly titled-up always gave her that exotic look no man could ever resist. Thankfully, I was the only one that didn't have to.. Not any longer. She was in her bra and jeans, on the corner, in front of me.. In my arms, right there. And I needed a moment to take in the picture.. To adjust and not explode in my pants right fuckíng then. To simply feel the dip of her slightly arched back and the luscious curves of those hips.. To simply repeat in my head that she was only mine to hold and worship, feel and taste until she knew who she belonged to.. Who I belonged to. The slowness in my moves was broken by the most wicked thought in my head caused by the simple sight of her.. I moved quick, my hands going over her jeans, undoing them within a second, as for I was ready to throw her over my shoulder in that moment and take her to the bedroom.. I could feel slight gasps from her breath against my own. She bit down on her lip and I followed every little movement.. When I looked back at her eyes, they were searching my face from that closeness and it was a simple dare I had no clue how I resisted.. Her gaze burned me, and I had no strength left to hold back.. With a simple pull on her jeans, she pushed herself a bit up and I pulled them off.. The material slowed down over her hips then slid effortlessly.. And damn how I loved those wide hips.. She pulled on my shirt, took it off and then looked at me.. That comfortable silence was filled with heavy breaths that proved the need we had for each other, yet we still managed to keep away for a few more seconds.. The way her eyes scanned me, hungry and promising.. Hell, I thought my pants would burst open. The way she ran her arms over my bare shoulders, exploring my muscles with her fingers so damn daringly.. I had to take her wrists and hold them between the two of us, just to catch her attention and have her look at me. "Christian," "Yes, princess?" Her eyes didn't give away anything, but for a second there I thought she had changed her mind. "Quit teasing me. It's driving me insane." And those were the words that proved her actions.. That raspy voice held nothing but desire and she did to me exactly what she described me doing to her. She drove me insane. I looked at her for a second, scanning her with no possible hiding behind my eyes on what I wanted to do to her.. Absorbing that picture of her wrists in my hands and nothing but a two pieced black lingerie that seemed to hold very little of her curves.. The sight of those perfect breasts, full and provocative made my mouth water with what I had in mind for them, the tiny waist finishing with her wide hips and a promising sight of that ass in little panties that I swore I would rip.. I moved surprisingly slower towards her face, and I have no clue what kind of a strength was managing to hold me back.. Perhaps my subconscious wanted to see her even more desperate, even more teased. I kissed the side of her neck and she moaned in the kind of frustration that almost made me come in my pants. She was the only tease around and she fuckíng knew it. "God, I want you," I was saying something against her lips, not even aware of my own voice. "I want you so fuckįng bad, Lana," Like something had once again snapped inside me, I let go of her hands perhaps a bit to harshly, got her against myself and took a good hold of her behind as I pulled her off the counter.. That bare silky skin against my own sent tremors over my entire body and I had no clue what I was doing when I was barely able to hold off to get her in the bedroom.. Her hands were on the sides of my face and we were kissing like there was no cure other than each other's lips, like it was the damn oxygen we needed to survive.. I'm not even sure how I found the bedroom, but the next thing I knew was that I was putting her down on the bed. My lips were demanding and hers were melting against mine. Through each one of those deep kisses I seemed to desperately present that hunger and yearning that was dominating me whole.. A craving for nothing else but her. And she.. She returned back in a way that made me tremble with desire to quit that game that was driving me mad and simply have her for the whole night. I felt each and every gracious curve on her body with my hands, breaking the kiss and tracing those long legs with my hands.. Absorbing every inch of perfection that body felt.. I pulled on the edges of her panties, and she effortlessly lifted herself enough for me to pull them off.. I knew it was no time, no excuse for us to do such thing knowing the consequences to it. But I had to taste her. I had to own her. I just had to have her. I wanted her to myself.. I wanted to know she was mine. Christ, I wanted to run my lips over every inch of her body, to make her move underneath me, struggle while I held her hands because I knew it frustrated her not being able to touch me, and damn me, but I fuckįng loved having her helpless against my lips.. I wanted her to fight for air and scream my name. The thought of her arched back, parted lips while moans of nothing but sheer pleasure escaped her throat, pushed me a step closer to insanity. I kissed the inner side of her leg, feeling the soft skin underneath my lips.. I straightened a bit only to take in that perfect view. And then when I looked down at her, my mind stopped. Nut brown long locks spread around that angelic face, golden underneath the dimmed light from the lamp.. That full bosom was daring me to the point where my hands were itching to simply reach and rip the bra in two.. But I seemed already a wonderstruck to function in that moment.