Wrath breathed in deeply. “You have a perfume to your skin that makes me hard. Instantly. All I have to do is smell you.” She arched in his arms, rubbing herself against his thighs, thrusting her breasts up. Her head fell back, and she let out a little moan. “God, I love that sound,” he said, moving his hand up to the base of her throat. “Make it for me again, Beth.” He sucked her neck. She obliged. “That’s it,” he groaned. “Sweet heaven, that is so it.”
