Bel kissed Davien passionately, her urgency spilling over. Everywhere he touched burned with an intensity she couldn't fathom. Bel squirmed under his weight, her moans echoing in the room as Davien had his way with her body. Her lips were sealed with his, and he held her hands above her head with a hand around her wrists while his free hand roamed her body however he liked, torturing her until she was practically begging.
They were both naked, tangled in his bed and his cool body against hers did nothing to sate the heat coursing through her. Though his body was cool, his cock on her thigh burned with how hard it was. Bel squirmed some more, and Davien cussed, his grip on her wrists tightening. He broke the kiss, and Bel met his red eyes. What she saw made her want a little revenge. She wasn't the only one having a tough time, but how come he could put up such a brave front?