She pushed him against the door as soon as she entered, her mouth meeting his in a hot, almost desperate kiss. His hands were already on her thigh, pulling her up, pressing her body against his with a precision that drew a low moan from her lips. He turned, pinning her against the door, his breath burning against her neck as he slid one hand between her legs. She gripped his hair, pulling hard when he touched exactly where she wanted—without warning, without gentleness, just pure desire. The rhythm quickened, intense, both moving as if they had no time to lose. She bit his shoulder to muffle the moan that rose too quickly, and he smiled against her skin, speeding up just to hear her lose control. The climax came strong, urgent, making her body tremble against his. He held her tightly by the waist, breathless, still pressed against her, still hot. "I'm not finished with you," he murmured. And by the way she pulled him back, she really wasn't. #eroticstory 🫦