Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

We stand there staring at each other in crackling silence
until I say softly, “Will you please come in and—”
He pushes off the wall and grabs me, crushing his mouth
to mine.
The kiss is desperate. Devouring. When we come up for
air, I say breathlessly, “Hold me?”
Walking me backward toward the bed, he growls, “Hold
you? Sure. Right after I fuck you.”
“Kage—”
“Red or green, baby.” He pushes me onto the bed, kneels,
plants his hands on either side of my head, and kisses me
again, ravenously.
It’s like my hands have a mind of their own, because they
instantly tangle themselves into his hair and start pulling.
He breaks away from my mouth, chuckling. “That’s what I
thought.”
He rears up to his knees, pulls his shirt over his head, and
tosses it away, grinning down at me.
He’s so beautiful I lose my breath.
His grin dies and he growls, “I fucking love it when you
look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re mine.”
He tugs off my shirt. He tears off my bra. My jeans and
panties he dispenses with in a few quick moves, then I’m
naked underneath him, trembling.
He takes a moment to run his hands slowly down my body,
from my chest to my thighs, staring at me with the eyes of a
hungry wolf. Then he rips open the fly of his jeans.
“Say it.”
My voice comes out in a whisper. “I’m yours.”
He closes his eyes for a moment, exhaling. When he opens
his eyes, he reaches into his pants and fists his erection,