She speared her hands in his hair, tugged at the strands, and made these small noises in the back of her throat. He swallowed the sound, needing more, and wanting her to surrender every part of herself to him. She felt good in his arms, really fucking good in fact, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to let her go. Once he had claimed her, fucked her and let her know she was his, Joey was not going to let Marra walk away. She broke the kiss and looked at him. Her lips were swollen, red, and wet from his ministrations. “There is a part of me that feels like I’m doing something wrong, Joey.” She looked at his lips, and he couldn’t hold back the groan. “Does it feel good, baby?” She nodded, moaned out softly when he moved his thumb along her cheekbones, and he didn’t stop himself from kissing her again. “Then if it feels so fucking good, how can it be so wrong?” he said against her mouth, and when she didn’t respond, just panted against his mouth, he knew she was giving herself to him finally.
