Heart & Seoul by Victoria Smith

steps padded into the room. I turned,
and my eyes twitched wide. It was Drake of course, but he’d removed
his towel, completely naked before me.
    He stalked toward the bed, his breathing
rapid and a smolder in his eyes that made the breath leave me. The
bed dipped, and in the next moment, his large body was above me. I
didn’t have a second to think before his lips crashed down on
mine.
    There was so much urgency, so much longing,
that I didn’t hesitate kissing him back. I wanted nothing more and
placed my hands to his cheeks, quickly becoming codependent on the
connection of our lips.
    He ripped my towel open and ran a hot touch
over my body. I parted my legs and gasped when he pushed a long
finger directly inside me.
    He groaned against my lips, inserting
another digit. He moved around, feeling his way inside me, and my
back bowed off the bed from the pressure.
    “ Lacey…” he breathed
against my lips.
    The feeling of his fingers was so intense, I
whimpered, gripping his shoulders.
    “ Lacey, let me have you,”
he pleaded, my mouth trembling under his. “I need you, Lacey.
Please let me take you.”
    There was so much emotion in his voice, an
intense need I never heard from him before. He wanted to have my
body for his own. Wanted permission to take what he needed.
    From my lips, I heard a desperate yes
escape, and without warning, his fingers lodged deeper. So very
deep, and his thumb moved over my clit. I squealed, my body arching
as he worked me earnestly.
    I grabbed his arms, digging my nails into
his flesh. He grunted, strumming me quicker and with more vigor.
The line between pain and pleasure was so thin it maddened, but I
knew what he was doing to me was what I wanted. I knew because I
found myself pushing my mound against him to be taken even more
roughly.
    He grabbed my breast with his free hand.
Rolling my nipple between two fingers, he growled out words that
were quickly sending me over the edge. Things like, “That’s right,
baby. Come for me,” and, “Feel me. Feel me deep inside you.”
    He pinched my clitoris, and I gushed around
him, shuddering like I had the first time he touched me intimately.
Like the first time he ever made me come.
    I slumped in dependence when his fingers
left my body, still craving his touch long after my orgasm. He
lifted those very fingers to his mouth, and my lips parted as he
licked them gingerly, tasting my arousal. There was such heavy lust
in his eyes, my taste causing his dark irises to dilate.
    He sought my lips again, his mouth latching
onto mine. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I just tasted.
Him, me, and the combination of our taste. The hunger he had for me
reflected in the way he kissed. The way he touched.
    He gripped my hip, guiding me to my stomach.
I didn’t hesitate, trusting him completely. My cheek touched the
pillow, and his hands feathered my sides. He pulled me back to him
by my hips, and my tight nipples brushed the bedding.
    He had me in such a vulnerable position;
able to do whatever he wanted to me. I wasn’t nervous, though. I
had no reason to be with him.
    His hands braced my bottom, kneading me
under a strong touch. He trailed light kisses up my spine, and his
warm chest touched my back, his hardness right up against me. He
made it to my ear, and his lips brushed the sensitive skin.
    “Please,” he breathed, his voice sounding so
weak, so exposed. “Please let me take you.”
    I backed up, pressing against him.
“Yes.”
    He grabbed my hips and entered my sex in a
quick thrust. A startled cry escaped my throat, and I gripped the
bedding underneath my fingertips. He slid out only slightly before
slamming into me again, and I bit my lip, moaning deeply.
    He groaned, moving his hands hotly down my
thighs. He dove into me once again, gathering my breasts in his
hands this time. After that, his motion was continuous, fluid and
driven by passion. I raised my hips, attempting to match every
thrust, every ounce of power behind