Chapter 11. Discarded

Proserpina

Giving up the ghost of a fight, my arms went around him, trying to bring him closer and I felt him growl in desire as he ground his lower body against my soft mound.

Frantically, I pulled open his shirt willing his body to get closer to mine.

The feel of his erect manhood made me whimper in longing.

I was dimly aware of him pulling off my dress; I heard it ripping as he impatiently jerked the zipper off. With his mouth moving over me, driving me crazy, I was barely sensible to his movements as he guided me to the richly carpeted floor. I pulled his shirt off, running my hands over his surprisingly well-muscled, hirsute chest. Rising up over me on his powerful arms, he breathed heavily, shuddering as he stared at my full breasts, then he shifted, his large hands kneading, teasing, pinching my nipples...

I moaned, arching towards him in spite of myself. It was as though I had no control over my body, a body that was crying to b