Revenge Part 2 - Episode 3

She pushed him onto the bed and straddled him before he could speak. Her hands moved fast, pinning his wrists above his head while her hips ground down in a slow circle that made his breath catch. The dress she wore hitched up around her thighs, silk sliding against bare skin, and she leaned close enough for her perfume to mix with the heat of their bodies. He tasted her mouth—mint and the bite of the wine they'd shared earlier—and felt her teeth graze his lower lip, sharp enough to leave heat behind. She released his wrists only to tear at his shirt, buttons scattering across the sheets. His palms found her waist, sliding under fabric to the warm curve of her back, pulling her tighter against him until nothing existed except the pressure of her thighs and the quick rhythm of her breathing. She reached between them, freed him from his trousers, and sank down in one smooth motion that pulled a low groan from his throat. The sensation of her—wet, tight, perfect—made his fingers dig into her hips. She rode him with purpose, each rise and fall deliberate, and when she leaned forward to whisper what she would do next, her voice trembled with want.