Sarah
Matthew's hands grip my waist roughly, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pulls me flush against his body. His lips crash against mine, hungry and demanding, and I meet him with equal hunger.
We stumble backward until my back hits the wall. Matthew's hands roam over my body, tugging impatiently at the fabric of my dress. I arch into his touch, a gasp escaping my lips as his hand finds my breast, kneading it roughly through the thin material.
With a growl, Matthew rips the straps of my dress, exposing my skin to his heated gaze. His mouth trails down my neck, biting and sucking. I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him close, needing to feel him against me.
I don't think I can stop him tonight. I don't think I want to.
Matthew lifts me suddenly and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me to the bed, dropping me onto the mattress. He sheds his shirt before crawling over me, his eyes dark with lust and anger.
