I don't hesitate; my lips crash against hers in pure and utter despair. I need to feel those lips like I need the air to breathe, crave it with every fiber of my being. I fucking love the way she moans when I part our lips with my tongue, her firm grinds driving me insane.

I cup her ass as I get up from the chair, her legs immediately wrapping around my waist like we practiced the move for years. Her tongue chases mine, and I only release her lips to settle her on the bed, drawing a path of kisses down her cheek, her earlobe, and then further south, until I'm close enough to kiss her beautiful cleavage.

"Hayden," she breathes, and it just drives me more insane, shooting straight fire into my veins when her hands tightly grip my hair. Her fingers pull at a few strands as I run my tongue between her breasts, and I hear her shudder every time I get close to her bra. I buck my hips to press my solid hard-on into her center while my teeth graze her soft skin.

She gasps and arches her back, asking for more. Obviously, I can't deny her, so I push against her again as I hold myself on top of her, and damn, the sight beneath me is the most delightful thing I've ever seen.

"God, Hayden." Her voice is back to the old Mila, the one who melts under my touch, and again I am proud as fuck to see the way she reacts to me.

"You're mine, Mila." I groan as our lips collide again, and then she opens her eyes, fire, desire, and lust all playing in them when they meet mine. The sight is so breathtaking that I feel my heart swell; everything about her fuels my spirit.

"You're mine..." she whispers, and her words elicit a mischievous grin on my lips. It's probably the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.

She takes off her glasses, and I instantly pull up her top before I discard it on the floor, my eyes raking over her half-naked body. "Fuck, Mila, you're so goddamn beautiful."

And she actually blushes, like she didn't just ask me to fuck her brains out only minutes ago. "So are you..." she says as she grabs the hem of my shirt, and I immediately meet her demands when I throw it into the corner of the room. Her hands roam over my chest before she studies every inch with interest.

I break her little exploring spell by crashing down on her again, our lips and tongues in a heated frenzy as we dance, chase, punish the other. She moans against my lips, and I move down to kiss every inch of skin on my way to her breasts. Her hands find my hair again, and I flick my tongue over the fabric of her bra, right where her nipple pierces through.

"Oh, yes," she moans, and I lick from one breast to the other, nibbling her nipple through the fabric. She arches her back in response, which only makes me bite down harder. I use the opportunity to unclasp her bra from behind her back, pulling it off in one swift motion until I have her bare breasts in front of me.

"Fuck me," I growl, and I can't even stop to look at them any longer. I just need her so goddamn much. I continue and massage one breast while my mouth explores the other, and I hear her breaths grow more and more ragged with every collision of our bodies. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps as I trace my tongue over her stomach, my fingers gliding into on her pesky shorts.

She bucks up her hips to close the distance, to create more friction, her need to feel more of me obvious as ever.

"Patience, Lucky." I grin against her skin, but she keeps wiggling her butt, and now I can't help but chuckle, hooking my fingers into her shorts to give her what she needs.

"Hayden," she moans when I position myself between her legs as soon as her shorts land on the floor.

The sound of her voice makes me suck through the fabric of her panties, I just want to give her what she needs, and I swear to the gods, the little cry of passion she releases almost sends me over the edge. "Oh, God!" she whimpers before she watches how I discard her panties on the floor.

"So fucking beautiful," I whisper over her wet lips in front of me. Holding her gaze, I dart my tongue through her slit, finally getting that meal I was craving so much.

"This is so much better than the phone thing," she mumbles and closes her eyes, the statement sending a chuckle down my lips while I slide my finger between her folds.

"I sure hope so." I push my finger inside, my mouth cupping her center, sucking and licking it as I watch her writhe beneath me. My palm on her lower abdomen keeps her level when she bucks her hips, her loud moans echoing around us.

"Oh, fuck..."

I pick up the pace, gliding my second finger in as I run my tongue around her clit, set on driving her to the high I promised earlier. And it seems like I found the right spot, because she suddenly curls her legs around my neck, pushing me further into her center before she cries out loud, "Oh my god! Hayden, I..."

"Cum for me, Mila." Before I can even finish the sentence, she obeys my command, her walls clenching around my fingers while she releases the most explosive cry of passion I've ever heard, my name on her lips as she grabs the bars on the headrest. Her whole body shudders beneath me, and I swear it's the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever experienced.

I wait until she calms down to climb up and press a kiss on her lips, her tongue lazily dancing with my own. "Mmm...I can taste myself," she mumbles.

My lips curl into a grin as I pull back to look at her. She is absolutely beautiful, her hair all over the place, her drowsy and fiery eyes meeting mine. She studies me for a minute before she suddenly turns crimson, and I raise an eyebrow, wondering what the hell has her blushing now. "What is it?"

"I...I was pretty loud there."

I have to stifle a laugh. This woman is a walking, talking enigma. "You were. It's sexy."

She hides her face in the crook of my neck in response, her breath traveling down my skin as she retorts, "If you say so."

"Hell yes, I say so." I press a kiss on her head, but then, just like that, she swings her leg around my waist and spins us around, straddling me with an expression that completely contradicts the one just seconds before.

"It's your turn now..." Her low voice sends a shiver down my spine.

I want to protest, but she's already climbing down my body, fiddling with my belt until she pulls down my jeans and boxers, not even attempting to take her time.

"Shit. You're even bigger than I thought." She runs her fingers over my cock, and I shudder as I readjust myself on the bed, giving her more space.

"Fuck, Mila—"

"Shh. We've done enough talking. Just watch." Her fingers glide up and down my erection, her eyes trained on the movement, studying every inch of me.

"Gods..." I breathe out the word, already feeling like I could explode. It'll be goddamn torture to survive this. Sweet, sexy torture, but torture nonetheless.

Her fingers wrap around me and start pumping, and then she licks those plump, red lips before she places them right at the base of my shaft, her tongue following her fingers as they work on my erection.

"Holy fuck."

She glances up at me, her lips curling into a grin before she painfully slowly brushes the tip of her tongue over my cock, always holding eye-contact. I'm still watching her when she twirls her tongue around the head, her hands now massaging my balls as she sucks the tip.

I hold on to the bar of the headrest with one hand while the other finds itself tangled in her hair, holding on for dear life as she keeps watching me with her lips on my cock, taking me in completely. "Oh shit, Mila..."

I can't look away, even if my chances of holding on longer would multiply by a thousand. But her eyes always had that effect on me, and the way they're piercing into mine now, hungry and full of lust while she gives me the biggest fucking pleasure I've ever had, is goddamn mind-blowing.

Her moan vibrates on my skin, and I feel like I'm about to black out from desire when she takes it in completely, and I close my eyes for a second, trying to catch a breath from this pleasure.

"Look at me." Her commanding voice sends another shiver down my spine, and by now I'm absolutely sure she's out to kill me today.

I look down to meet her hooded eyes, and the way she gazes up at me, like she's ready to devour me whole, does something to me. And so I gently tug her hair, making her climb up until she's on top of me again. Her breath is heavy, red lipstick smeared around her swollen lips and eyes full of fire... It's the best fucking look I've ever seen, and before I can even try to do anything, she chases me, her fingers raking through my hair when our tongues fight a battle of passion and there can only be one winner.

"I need you, Hayden, please," she whimpers against my lips, and hearing the tone of her voice sends a growl down my lips, the sudden need making me hurry the fuck up as I protect myself with a condom from the nightstand. Several way-too-long seconds later, I guide her down, her tight walls closing around me like that's where I always belonged. "Fuck, Mila, you feel so fucking good."

"Oh, my God, this is so good..." With every move she makes, I thrust up, meeting her halfway, and every time I plunge into her completely, she graces the atmosphere with her heavenly moans. We're pure fire and lava, raw temptation and passion running through our veins as we keep colliding like we were meant to do just that.

"Fuck. Ride me, Lucky." I watch how her breasts bounce, her hands steadying herself on my chest when she picks up the pace. My hands find themselves on her ass, squeezing it as she keeps moving on top of me.

"Hayden, shit, I—"

"Don't stop." I'm not above begging by now, and she luckily listens, the friction of our bodies making her clench her walls around me within seconds. Cries of passion echo through the room, and I thrust into her from underneath, sending me over the edge as well.

"Oh, fuck, Mila..."

Her fingernails dig into my chest as she moans again, the sound prolonging my orgasm to an inexplicable extent. She slumps down on top of me, her head resting on my chest, both of us still panting from lust and desire. I tilt my head to look at her, and she moves to my side, her eyes now finally meeting mine again.

My heart is pounding so rapidly in my chest, I'm surprised she's not becoming deaf from lying on top of it. Because this woman...this woman is just made for me. Like someone forged her from my dreams and then made her even more spectacular than I could ever imagine.

She places her hand on my cheeks, gently caressing my five-o'clock shadow as she studies my face, almost like she's trying to memorize every inch of me.

We lie there for a while and watch our hands where they explore each other's bodies. We can't keep our hands off each other, quite literally, and when her eyes meet mine, we just study each other for a moment, taking the other in. But the more I look at her, the more I think about the times we can't be together. I'll have to travel a lot for my job—it just comes with it—and I seriously don't want to spend another minute without this woman.

"I meant what I said, Mila. You're mine. Only mine. Are we clear on that?"

"To use your words...crystal. As long as you're clear on that, as well." A smile breaks on her lips, her eyes still lazy and filled with content. Her smile is so bright, so breathtaking, I literally feel myself falling for her with every passing second.

"Believe me, I am." I answer before I brush a kiss on her head, and she only replies with a smile, her head resting on my chest.

I watch how she draws circles on my skin until we fall asleep like that, both of us worn out from this very adventurous morning. And as I take my last conscious breath, I bathe in her vanilla scent, knowing full well it's the most dangerous addiction in existence.