“Sam…” she said, breathless, “bed… take me to bed.”
But Sam did not seem to be listening to her anymore and just backed her up to the wall instead.
He pushed his thigh between her legs as he continued devouring her mouth. And Zary could not help but press herself against him. The contact created delicious friction that had her gripping on him, pulling him closer.
Then her hand moved downwards until she reached his bulge. For a beat, her hand froze in place. But when Sam made a growling sound, Zary curled her fingers firmly around the thick and hard outline, as she licked her lips in anticipation.
“Oh, Zary…” he groaned, notching his head at the nook of her neck. Then he kissed her neck, sucking and biting gently as she continued touching and rubbing him.
But all too soon, Sam snatched her hands away and pinned them both above her head.