His eyes went black with hunger as he let his gaze travel across my figure. He let his attention roam from my pouty lips to my cleavage to my thighs. His traversing of my body stopped momentarily at the flimsy laced underwear that showed off a lot of skin.

I looked down at where he was eyeing. My nipples were hard against the black lace.

"I am cold." I lied, motioning down to my pointed nipples against the flimsy black material “Someone turned off the heating."

A hoarse chuckle left him before he attacked my mouth in kisses again. While he tortured my mouth with tantalising kisses, his busy hands massaged, squeezed and nipped at every part of my body.

The oxygen got knocked out of my lungs and I panted into his mouth.

"Please," I begged him.

He slowly moved one long rough finger to the waistband of my panties. He tugged teasingly before slipping the lone finger inside.

I was a wiggling mess against him, and he had barely even touched me yet.

My legs opened wider, and my back ached back against the kitchen counter as Stone tugged my black laced panties to the side.

A low growl made its way out of his chest as his dark eyes set on the space between my legs.

I could have come right then and there at the sight of him. I could have come at the sound that left his throat. I could come from how intensely he was looking at the small wet hole between my legs.

"Fuck. Medusa." He rasped out "You are so beautiful that it physically hurts to look at you."

My knees buckled and my legs widened further.

"I need to touch you." He released gutturally like the desire was eating him alive.

The flimsy material of my black bra moved up and down with my chest as I let out a whimper "What is stopping you?"

His fingertip swept over the wetness, and I released a light noise from my throat.

"You are soaked, Drizella." He rumbled while moving his finger to a crease between my cleft and my thigh "Is this for me?"

I could not even deny it, so I nodded my head. I was lost for words.

His desire was like a wave, flowing from him and wrapping around me. It made me feel safe and protected. It made me feel cherished and worshiped and wanted and needed.

"You want my finger inside your perfect little pussy?" He asked in a low harsh grumble.

The words alone could have tipped me over the edge. A mixture of the sensual words and his gruff voice could have sent me to a place full of pleasure.

One of his fingers was equal to two of mine in width. I was going to die and what a wonderful death it would be.

My eyes fluttered shut and I panted the word "Yes."