Leo
My body was still buzzing intensely from the aftershocks of that mind-blowing orgasm, but the hunger inside me hadn't faded. If anything, it burned significantly hotter.
I was just hungry for more.
I pushed myself up on shaky, trembling arms and looked down at Miller. His lips were shiny with spit and the remnants of my cum, his heavy-lidded eyes dark with layers of lust. Something deeply possessive and uncharacteristically needy twisted in my chest.
I wanted him.
I wanted to take him completely, to feel him deep inside me again, and I wanted it right now.
I grabbed his shoulders and flipped him onto his back with a firm, dominant shove. He landed against the mattress with a surprised grunt, but his grin was instant—wicked, knowing, and entirely unbothered. I swung one leg over his thick hips, straddling his lap, and planted my palm flat against his broad chest, feeling the rapid, chaotic thud of his heartbeat under my fingers.
