Tobias' kisses give me life. He makes me feel like I'm floating, like we're the only two people in the universe while being so deliciously demanding that all I could do was take it. His hands tangle in my locks, same as mine, clutching the shorn gray hairs of his head, my fingers brushing the scar over the back of his neck. His teeth are nipping at my lip, tongue tangled around mine as we dance together, as his body presses mine against the door.
We pull away, gasping for air. His blown, icy blue eyes lock on mine, so desperate that I mewl. I shudder as his hands release me, only to trail down my arms and back up my chest as he mouths my neck, stubble scraping against the sensitive skin and making me whine louder. One hand lands on my breast, squeezing and kneading with one big hand while the other keeps me trapped.
"Fuck," he growls. "You're so fucking pretty, Sunshine."
My only reply is my hands pulling at his shirt, but after a moment, he traps my hands up and over my head. "I don't think so, pretty girl."
I gulp. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl."
His fingers set to work again, tenderly lifting my shirt above my head and baring me to the cold room. I shiver with anticipation as his gaze lingers on my chest, my nipples stiff and pink against my pale skin. His eyes are hungry as they drag back to mine.
"Strip."
A blush spread across my face at his words. "I--Tobias..."
"Well?"
Slowly, shyly, I step away from the wall. My hands shake a little as I pull my leggings down, the heat between my legs quickening in time with my pulse. His gaze simmers with heat, watching my every timid move. His arms cross over his chest, examining me with one eyebrow raised.
"Slower."
The way he's watching me feels so wretchedly good. Kicking my leggings away now, I slide my panties down next, dragging the damp fabric away and baring myself to him. The vulnerability sends another pulse of slick down my legs, Tobias' eyes following it with a heated look before he steps closer. Instinctively, I step back, and again, until I'm pressed against the bed with nowhere to go but down.
"Good girl."
I gulp as he pulls something from his pocket, turning it over and over in his hand. He keeps it just barely obscured from my vision, using his other hand to push me onto the bed. His touch sent spikes of heat through my skin, making me arch up into him even as anxiety spears through me. He looms over me, one hand gently trailing over my chest again.
