R18
"Fuck!" Matthew said. To Ava's surprise, he easily removed the bindings on his wrist and turned her body around, making her lie on her back, facing him as he hovered on top of her.
"You don't fucking do that to me, Princess…" he said before he smashed his lips against hers. This time, the kiss wasn't soft or gentle. It was abrupt and hard, and she fucking love it. Unable to stop, she reached towards the flesh between her legs and slowly caressed her clit.
The sensation almost made her lose her sanity.
"Shhh," he said while removing her hand on her pxssy and replacing it with his hand. She gazed up at him as he looked down at her. His eyes were blood red, his features sharper, intense.
"You are famished, aren't you?" His thick accent surprised her. It was like a mixture of English and Irish. She was about to answer him when he suddenly put a finger inside her damp heat.