Motel Nowhere

[Oriena]

His gasp brought a wicked grin to her lips. The growl just plain turned her on. As he yanked the shirt over his head, she felt the stinging tease of heat bite against her own skin, but he didn’t retaliate the game of power and pain. There was a bright carnal glaze in his eyes and the way he grabbed her, but she’d known the moment she’d pinned his wrist in the club what he wanted, and it wasn’t to be in control.

Ori took as easily as she gave. Patience wasn’t a virtue she planned on indulging tonight; she was climbing up on him almost before he’d ditched the leather pants. Neither of them were gentle in their attention. When she bit his lip it was to tease the aggression. When the glide of her fingers squeezed to nails it was to fuel the brutal desire until it burst like a supernova. For the moment at least, he was entirely hers.

He was eager to please and be pleased. She enjoyed using and being used. The harder he gripped the harder she moaned and the more intensely she incited him to forget his own boundaries. Fist wrapped in his hair, she pushed him where she needed, but denied nothing of his violent lusts in turn. There was a slick animal heat between them, and it was dirty and rough.

But it was Oriena in control.

She didn’t survey the carnage of the room by the time they were done. Her smirk was still sultry around the edges, but it was satiation not provocation, and the breath was still hard in her chest. She looked at him, but didn’t say anything as she pulled the damp hair from where it slicked to her neck. It didn’t need words. She left him to make use of his shower.