Her breath hitched. “Don’t be too sure.”
“If you really wanted to kill me, you would have done so already.” I clenched the edge of the dining table, a mere means to not lose my self-control. “You can’t do it because you want to fuck me more than you want to kill me. Am I wrong?”
She swallowed, but she didn’t deny it. “I hate you.”
I bit back a groan as my dick got thicker in my slacks. The throb was almost painful. “How much do you hate me?”
“Very much.”
Fuck, I could take it anymore. I took the knife from her and flung it halfway across the dining room. “Let’s see how much you hate me after this.”
I cupped her cheeks, brought my face to her, and kissed her.
She parted her lips, letting me in, kissing me back, and moaning into my mouth. A wave of electricity zapped through me, my entire body swelling with the need to claim every inch of her.
She tasted so fucking good, like wine. I deepened our kiss, my body, and soul ravenous for her. My hands explored her body, trailing from the small of her neck to the swell of her breasts.
I slipped my hand into her dress, and a moan left me when I touched her nipple. It was hard, begging for me to tease it and twirl it with my tongue.
“What the fuck are we doing, Max?” she gasped, pressing her lips between mine, breaking away. “This isn’t right.”
My heart raced as I gripped her waist, my mind whirling with desire and the longing to make her mine again. I needed her. I wanted her. And I knew that I had to prove it to her.
I placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face to mine. “I don’t fucking care what’s right, Gianna. I need you right now, and I can tell you need me.”
“We can’t come back from this if we do it.”
“We don’t need to.” I trailed her lips with my thumb. “Don’t worry about anything. Let me take care of you, yeah?”
She nodded, and I smiled. “Good girl.”
I pushed down the plates from the dining table and lifted her onto it. She splayed her legs, and I fixed myself between them. “Just be a good girl,” I whispered before claiming her lips again, kissing her even more passionately than before.
She curled her arm around my neck, kissing me back as if she’d wanted this for so long. Her body melted mine, her moans so soft and needy that I couldn’t think straight.
I just wanted her.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer. Our bodies pressed against each other, my erection straining against her entrance.
“Fuck,” she groaned with a raspy voice, grinding against me. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”
My breath hitched as her words sent a jolt of desire straight to my core. I kissed her harder this time, my hands grabbing her ass and pulling her even closer. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the need for me just as strong as it was for me to have her.
We both moaned into the kiss, our desperation building with every second. I knew I had to take her right here, right now, and show her just how much I wanted her.
Gianna broke the kiss, panting heavily as she looked into my eyes. “I need you inside me, Max.”
Her words sent a surge of adrenaline through my body, and I wasted no time in pulling down her dress and tearing off my own clothes. I positioned myself at her entrance, and without another thought, I thrust into her, feeling her wet warmth envelop me completely.
“Fucking Christ,” I groaned. Her walls clenched around me so perfectly, and she was so tight. It’d been a long while since I felt this good sliding into a woman.
She gasped, holding me tighter.
Gianna's eyes locked with mine as I slammed into her, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Her hands gripped my back, her nails digging into my skin as she moaned my name. I thrust harder, her body responding to every thrust, her hips bucking to match my pace.
I pulled out slightly, teasing her entrance, before thrusting back in with a growl. She cried out, arching her back, her eyes rolling back in her head. I could see the desire in her eyes, the hunger for me that had been there all along.
“Max,” she whined, her voice hoarse. “Fuck me harder. I need you to fuck me harder.”