I growled against her lips, then scraped my teeth over them and found them slick and swollen from kisses. Was she slick and swollen between her thighs too? Could I move the chemise and plant her pussy on my cock, rock against her until we both found relief? Delicate fingers wrapped around my wrists, and I arched up, grinding myself into cotton and soft flesh. The fingers tightened, cuffing my hands. "Ronson," Mairwen called, tone sharp and cutting through the haze.
