My body immediately arched toward Dylan in reflexive response, yearning to melt into him. My arms encircled his neck, my legs lifted to clasp tightly around his hips, drawing him closer against me.
I couldn't fathom why Dylan had so readily agreed to my desperate plea without a single barbed retort. But I didn't care, I needed to be filled, and after everything that had transpired, I refused to die so pathetically from mere aphrodisiac.
Dylan pressed me back against the seat, his tongue both fierce and voracious as it delved deep within me, swallowing each ragged breath that escaped my lips.
I matched his every stroke, missing not a single beat. We clung to each other without respite, as though terrified that the slightest loosening of our grip would cause this moment to dissolve like some ethereal dream.
