Chapter 113

John gasped as he felt the movements of his mate's hips, punishing his erection that strained against his pants. He placed his hands on her waist again, letting them slide down to her hips, gripping her firmly and feeling her shape beneath the dress. John couldn't contain himself; he ran his hands up her back while kissing the skin of her neck. With a swift movement, he tore the seams of the dress she was wearing, effortlessly.

She gasped, realizing what he was doing, and began to shed the destroyed fabric that covered her breasts, exposing them to him.

John stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes, which were blazing with desire.

"I need to take you to the bedroom. Now," his commander declared, and she agreed, though neither of them moved to cover her and leave the room.

Instead, John stood up with her clinging to him, holding her easily with just one hand. He walked to the door and locked it, then moved to the large sofa at the other end of the room.