Oh, fuck. Only a whimper of longing escaped her mouth. Morgan drove her hips into her this time, and she abandoned her grip on Morgan’s arm to bury both hands in her hair. Morgan moved her hips in a practiced way that made her heart race with promise. Breathless, she let Morgan kiss the side of her jaw and down her neck. She’d intended to stay in control, she remembered faintly, but this felt too good to stop. She pictured Morgan with the strap-on. How good it would feel to have her inside her, just like this, with the cool wall at her back and Morgan’s lips on her neck.

“Fuck, Morgan, do you have—”

“Yes.” Morgan bit the muscle of her shoulder as she answered. Emilia did not need to clarify the question as Morgan adjusted her hold on Emilia and tumbled her into the bed, dislodging Kraken in the process.

•   •   •

Morgan opened her dresser drawer, her hands clumsy with desire. Emilia lay on her bed, still wearing jeans but gloriously topless, and Morgan held up the smallest of her toys. Emilia shook her head. She presented the second. Emilia hesitated, leaning forward in a way that sent her hair rippling over her shoulder.

“Do you have any more?” she asked.

Morgan swallowed hard, biting back a moan as she held her favorite up for Emilia to see.

Emilia’s brown eyes darkened as she gazed at it in Morgan’s hand, and then she nodded. Morgan reached for the harness.

Emilia plucked it from her hands.

“Strip,” Emilia said.

She set the toy on the bedside table and did as she was told. Her sweatpants fell to the floor and she tossed her shirt off after it, grateful she hadn’t bothered with bra or underwear. She held out her hand for the harness, but Emilia shook her head.

“Emilia—”

Emilia stood, leaving the harness on the bed. She ran her palms down Morgan’s arms and up her waist until she stood close enough that the cold metal of her belt pressed against Morgan’s clit.

Emilia cupped Morgan’s breast in her hand. “You’re like a sculpture. It’s ridiculous.”