I see you, and control is no longer an option. Desire ignites within me, raw and insatiable. I want you—ultimately, relentlessly. I press against you, my hands firm as I pull you close, my lips brushing your ear. My voice is low, husky with intent.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk. You'll have to curl up in my arms all night."

A shiver runs through you at my words, a fire sparking in your core. No one has ever spoken to you like this before. Heat floods your body, liquid arousal trickling down your thigh. I notice—I always see—and it drives me wild.

I trail slow, teasing kisses along your neck, tasting the soft skin as my hands explore, fingers grazing, fondling, staking my claim. When my hand finds the slick wetness on your leg, a growl rumbles from my chest. I break my hold, dropping to my knees before you. Lifting you onto the bed, I part your thighs, my breath hot against your skin.

I press my lips to the dew on your leg, licking up the glistening trail, savoring you. The taste is intoxicating, your scent pure bliss. My tongue follows the path up—no panties to slow me down, nothing to keep me from what's mine. My mouth finds your heart, and I devour you without restraint.

You gasp—a sharp, desperate sound—as I flick my tongue against your entrance, then plunge inside, delving deep. Your body trembles, legs falling open as you fully surrender to my hunger.

I withdraw, shifting my focus, circling your clit with my tongue, teasing, tormenting. You're so sensitive; every touch makes you writhe and beg. My fingers slide inside you, curling just right, finding that sweet spot with practiced precision.

"Oh—oh—yes! Just like that, Lawrance!" you cry out, your body arching toward me. "No one does it like you. You're my clit master!"

I smirk against you, fingers thrusting, stroking, my mouth never ceasing its torment. Your moans grow desperate, breathless. "Take me, Lawrance. Take me now."

I rise, meeting your gaze—those hungry, pleading eyes. The head of my cock presses against your entrance, teasing, just barely there.

"What's wrong?" you whimper. "I want you to put it in."

I grin, dark and teasing. "You do it."

Your hand finds me, wrapping around my length, stroking once or twice before guiding me into your heat. I push in—slow, stretching, filling you inch by inch. You gasp, body tensing, craving more.

"Fuck me," I growl.

You lift your hips, taking me deeper, meeting my thrusts. Our bodies move together, desperate, primal. I hold you up, keeping you from the bed, fucking you hard, fast—until I need more.

I flip you effortlessly, pressing you face-down, ass lifted for me. Now, I take you with abandon, driving deep, claiming you altogether. You grasp at the sheets, moaning, screaming my name, surrendering to the pleasure consuming you.

Then, when you think you can't take anymore, I shift—pounding faster, harder. Your body tenses, spasms, an uncontrollable wave overtaking you. Your cries turn into incoherent sounds of pure ecstasy as you shatter around me, soaking me in your release.

Your body collapses, spent, trembling. I gather you close, pulling you against me, my lips at your ear.

"You're mine for the night, love."