Anne wasn’t the kind of woman who let her primal instincts override her control, but this time, reason had no hold over her. All she craved was to touch Rachel and be touched in return. Her animal instincts drove every move, her breath was out of control. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, her blood was burning beneath her skin as she fought to savor every second of this moment. Having this woman for herself was being a whole fantasy, why was it so arousing? she didn't even remember the last time she felt this horny, she thought it was beyond limits and it was dangerously delicious... she didn't want to stop and she wouldn't stop. She wanted her no matter how badly she hated her.
Anne’s lips curled into a wicked smile against Rachel’s slick heat, her tongue pausing just long enough to savor the tremble in Rachel’s voice, the way her pleas cracked with need. Oh, this was too good, Rachel, the woman who’d spent months sniping at her with barbed wit and icy glares, now reduced to a writhing, begging mess under her touch. The power of it, the delicious irony, sent a jolt through Anne’s core, her own arousal pooling hot and insistent between her thighs. She wasn’t sure what was more intoxicating: the taste of Rachel, sharp and sweet, or the sight of her unraveling, pride and control shredded to ribbons.“Don’t stop?” Anne purred, her voice low and teasing, pulling back just enough to let her breath against Rachel’s swollen clit, knowing it would drive her insane. “Oh, little brat, I’m just getting started.” Her fingers, still buried deep, curled with deliberate precision, stroking that spot that made Rachel’s hips buck and her breath hitch in a way that was almost too perfect. Anne’s free hand slid up Rachel’s thigh, nails grazing the sensitive skin, anchoring her in place as she fought to squirm closer. The leather couch creaked under their weight, the sound blending with Rachel’s soft, desperate whimpers, and Anne felt a surge of something primal, something that made her want to consume every inch of this infuriating, gorgeous woman.She tilted her head, letting her lips brush against Rachel’s inner thigh, nipping lightly before returning to her task with renewed intensity. Her tongue flicked with precision, alternating between soft, teasing laps and hard, deliberate strokes, each one designed to push Rachel closer to the edge without letting her fall. Not yet. Anne wanted her to beg more, to break completely. The thought of Rachel sharp-tongued, untouchable Rachel surrendering entirely was almost as good as the way her body clenched around Anne’s fingers, hot and greedy.Rachel’s hand tightened in Anne’s hair, pulling hard, and Anne let out a low moan, the vibration humming against Rachel’s skin. “You think you’re in charge here?” Anne murmured, her voice dripping with mock indignation as she glanced up, meeting Rachel’s glassy, desperate eyes. God, she looked wrecked—lips parted, cheeks flushed, her usual poise nowhere to be found. Anne’s heart raced at the sight, her own control fraying at the edges. She wanted to climb up, to straddle Rachel’s hips and grind against her and ease down the sensation that was pulsating and burning her between her own thighs.
