Elena's pov:
I was so eager, so desperate, that I yanked off Dean's shirt, my fingers barely keeping up with the frantic need consuming me. He helped, his muscles flexing as he pulled it over his head, but before it could even hit the floor, my mouth crashed back onto his. Desperate. Starving. Wild.
I sucked at his lips, nipping his lower one hard enough to make him groan, my hands already fumbling with his pants. My fingers brushed over his bulging hardness, straining against the fabric, and a wicked thrill shot straight between my legs. Fuck. I needed him.
My lips never left his as my hand wrapped around his cock through the fabric, palming it, squeezing it just to hear him curse. He growled into my mouth, his grip tightening around my waist, but I wasn't stopping—not until I had him the way I needed.
