As Dylan fumbled with the key to her apartment, her body pinned Ari against the door. They didn’t dare lose contact with each other, or the weight of what they had done might quash their passion.
Their mouths, welded as one, did not separate from the moment they fled Adytum to the moment they arrived at Dylan’s place. A kiss laced with such passion and need was unfamiliar. The sensations consuming her body stoked a primal need to rise and take control. Free will ceased to exist, leaving behind only instinct. Their bodies were one with an endless kiss that bound them together. Entangled. To cut off the kiss would be like cutting off the vital supply of oxygen.
Once Dylan claimed victory over the door, she guided Ari backward. To regain her balance as the door gave way, Ari grabbed onto Dylan’s jacket. It was a dance, an ebb and flow, with Dylan’s muscular frame keeping them upright as Ari pulled them into the room. Too focused on the sensations of Dylan’s ministrations, Ari didn’t even notice her surroundings or that the door shut behind them.
With such ease, Dylan scooped her upwards. She wrapped her legs tight around Dylan’s waist while her core pulsated and thrummed against the heat emanating from her lover. Desperation within Ari drove her to grab at the hem of Dylan’s shirt, needing skin against hers.
With a single look, Dylan made it clear she was the one calling the shots. “I’m in control.”
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